The ship swinging in the sky
Where is it heading toward
Is there a giant
In wooden shoes walks

It was it, that took away a thousand springs
And brought a thousand falls
It was it that, in summer, took away
That innocent child
And in one midwinter
Brought a person that dreamed no more

It was it, that crossed disasters, and trampled
Silent paddy fields
It was it that in dusk and dawn
Summoned the flock of hunting eagles
The black bailiffs
I was once kind and loved dressing up
Waiting to be picked like a grain of rice

It was it
That from an infinite height
Hung a strand of spider silk, thin yet long-lasting
Through to the heart of fire
In that deepest of depth, it is said
That there is a diamond everlasting

Alas, what a pity, in my inconsequential life
Cannot witness it with my eyes
I can only be owned by it yet never claim it to be mine
Lucky or unlucky
Oh, poor yet smart one
Think no more

The world's answers
Are many, many more