Like sand, like drizzle   The midday sun shines on me   My arrow of rejection goes through the clouds   Hits the sky and drops it   "With my eyes closed, I see mustard flowers, a sad memory"   Ridiculous sentiment   Now I look      It doesn't matter whether I see it or not   The world in front of me is in a sandstorm      Under flowing and vanishing scattered clouds   In a shadow of a building, in a piercing autumn wind   I stand there humming      "Is it sweet?   Is it bitter?   Is it warm?   Is it cold?"      Voice, do not feel ashamed   Voice, do not hesitate   Get right under the sun!      I'll just ramble till someday   I greet lazy darkness   With a subtle smile      Always, there's a ringing   Suddenly it awakes me   It is a voice without a voice   A song without a song      It doesn't matter whether I see it or not   The world in front of me is in a sandstorm   Under flowing and vanishing clouds   In a shadow of a building, in a cruel autumn wind   I stand there humming   (I don't even need words)