Yadokari

In the long rain at the beginning of summer
My heart is attached to loneliness
Like an animal, I press my skin
Staring at the ceiling, smoking a cigarette
Ultimately, the life of a hermit crab
Is to be kind and gentle within

When autumn comes, the dead ones
In black clothes fall on the street
Looking up at the thin smoke chimney
Unable to shed a tear
Ultimately, the life of a hermit crab
Is the pitiful one who lost its shell

At dawn in winter, the snow light
At times like this, I remember
The sadness of the flowers blooming
The days I forced myself to be a woman
Ultimately, the life of a hermit crab
Is a borrowed life, not even one of its own