A day and a life in the little island.

小島的一天。

城市裡吹起了海風，
讓我隨塵埃自空中揚起，
像粒沙，落在小島上。

我是沙灘裡的一粒沙子，
等待陽光；感覺浪潮。
潮起，深潛入海；潮落，賴在灘上。

The wind is blowing in the city like a sea breeze.
It makes me flying with dusts,
grounding on a little island like the sand.

I am the sand in beach.
Waiting for the sunrise, feeling for the waves.
Tides rise, diving deep. Tides fall, lying on beach.



衝出海面的那一天，我們以雙腳爬上陸地。
渾身還淌著水，我們頭也不回地往岸邊跑。

但是卻無時不感到乾渴。
我們是擱淺的人。我們是溺水的魚。

The day we leaped out of the water,
we crawled to the land by our own feet.
With waters dropped, we ran for shore, never looked back.

But we can't help thirst for water in our land life.
We are people who grounded. We are fishes who drowned.

Inspired by


原田郁子 海からの風 (海邊吹來的風)
from the album "ピアノ" (Piano)