Laid down body on blue grey river side stones see little bird

Every time I run for end of the day,

Blue gray stone stream into my thought,

Blue gray bird comes around my body.

She comes around my body and goes pass me by.

A hundred passing makes me rotten,

Lie down on blue grey river side stones.


On the material stones,

I never down into the deep cold,

Never jump so high.


Whole world is my expired blue gray day.