You see it so clearly,
You speak so decisively.
“There’s nothing inside”—
That’s your answer.
I know you wouldn’t accept this:
You don’t see clearly enough.
Inside, a heart is stored,
A process is stored—
A process from “clarity” to “turbidity”…
I won’t tell you.
I only need to smile and nod.
Because my shadow has been compressed,
And your eyes have already seen—
The expression of the wind.
