Matsukaze

 

The sound of the wind through pine trees

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Those trees have been there since before we were

They simply live there

 

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I returned to my Japan after six years

early summer, the sun is high. the mountains are lush

and the greens are deep

 

I take my little girl to my hometown

My little girl's hand takes me deep into memories

 

Remembrance, scenery and smells from my childhood

 

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An ancient zen word :

松風颯々声(shoufu satussatsu no koe)

Listen to the sound through the pines and forget about time

 

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Since ancient times, people have quietly relied on the sound of the wind through  the pines when they were lost or in pain

 

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Because those trees have been there since before we were.

They simply live there