I come very briefly to this place. I watch it move. I watch it shake. Kumowaku yamano. Watashino sakebi. Watashino koewo. Ushano kokoku. Watashiwa sokoni. Watashiwa asobu. Mountain with clouds. A cry. My voice. Home of the brave. I'm here now. And lost. They say the dead will rise again. And here they come now. Strange animals out of the Ice Age. And they stare at you. Dumbfounded. Like big mistakes. And we say: Keep cool. Maybe if we pretend this never happened, they'll all just go away. Watashiwa sokoni. Watashiwa asobu. Mewotoji. Mewotoji. Kikunowa kotori. Watashino sakebi. Watashino koewo. I am here in this place. Losing. My eyes are closed. Closed. Birds are there. Hearing something. Shouting. My voice. (And yet, we could all be wrong. Wouldn't be the first time.) Kumowaku yamano. Watashiwa sokoni. Watashiwa asobu. Kumiwaku yamano. Kikunowa kotori. Watashino sakebi. Mountains with clouds. I am there. Lost. Mountains with clouds. Birds are there. Hearing something. A shout. They say the world is smaller n