The rippling waves of Setouchi
The glistening sunlight

The terraced rice fields of Teshima
The gentle breeze

Memories of sometime
In this very moment
Are recalled

As the waves go to and fro
One drifts to sleep
To pass time with nostalgia
A moment of calm

To stand still like the everyday
To be in a peace of mind like living

Between the ocean and the rice fields

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