You stand on the bridge.

Facing the wind, long hair flies.

The other side of the bridge

I waved silently.

tears

I don't know if it's yours or mine.

Mancho

But not salty.

You go further.

I take a step back.

Opposite eyes

wordless

The mother-in-law on the bridge

Silence.

The evil wind suddenly rises.

Take me to the west.

You cried.

I cry.

Cry away me and you

Cry all over the world.

I can't tell or remember.

As you can see.

Tears and blood overflow.

The wind stopped.

In addition to flow

still ...

You didn't move, and neither did I.

a long while

You and I are separated by a bridge.

The wind is blowing in you, too.

You try to go west.

The bridge won't move, and neither will I.

You go west. ...

On the bridge, my mother-in-law and you

Silence.

You drank what she gave you.

You go west. ...

You didn't walk off the bridge.

She seems to be looking for something.

Refused to leave.

I set my eyes on the bridge again.

I don't want to know: what is she looking for?

She won't care: why am I waiting there?

……

Someone always comes from the bridge.

Then head west with the wind.

but

That man is always looking for things there.

I always stand there looking at the bridge.

On the west side of the bridge. ...