Wind transports everything.
Wind is possession to nobody.
Wind conveys something from so distanced whereabouts.

Scent, smell, landscape’s memory which wind has witnessed.
Wind must never lie anybody anything.
Human could never be wind.
Although wind can touch anything and anybody of us.
People can never be toucher to anything, but they want nothing about it except special one for them.
Wind gets no tiresome feeling to be conveyed.
What can be tiresome to something could be only us.

We can easily be bored to something, though when we throw it away, we have still left attachment to it, either.
We have no idea where wind is conveyed to.
We are not always having that question.
But occasionally we want to know it as well.

Wind! Please do not pay attention to my request to tell me of you, it.
Coz, what we want to know everything is our essential incorrect habit.

I’ll never tell it to you, but you may have known to it, already you know.

(Mar. 21st. 2016 written in Japanese, translated it into English at Dec. 21st. 2019)