The roof of my house has been crushed by the weight of tornado,

which passed overhead last night.

Can you feel the weight of seagull’s twitters?

They hit the balcony and forage in the bush,

where crustaceans are crying for their loss.

I breed them in my cultivated garden.

When a crystal of tears growing bigger and bigger,

seagull’s twitters became a terrible tornado,

Like a monster foraging in the country,

with insatiable appetite, crushing and gorging on anything on the way.

It’s a sunny morning, raining in the sunshine,

like happiness in the pain of life,

and the fading memories in our love.

How can we live as a tree,

who may bloom once every year, let the memories come again as the rain?