Ito

Why do we meet like this?
We don’t know a thing.
When will we meet again?
We never really know.

Where have you been, living your life?
Under the distant sky, two stories unfold.

The vertical thread is you, the horizontal thread is me.
The fabric we weave might someday
Warm someone’s heart.

Why do we keep on living?
After the days of confusion, the bamboo grass.
Chasing dreams, running fast,
After the days of falling, the bamboo grass.

What can this thread become?
With no heart, I trembled in the wind.

The vertical thread is you, the horizontal thread is me.
The fabric we weave might someday
Cover someone’s wounds.

The vertical thread is you, the horizontal thread is me.
Meeting the threads we’re meant to meet,
Is what people call happiness.