In front of my blurry eyes, I am cutting with scissors nThe east is burning, a butterfly's wing nLayered colours, darkness is waiting? nnWhat are you thinking in your heart? nWhat are you feeling in your heart? nnRed is emerging in the sky nnMelt into the morning, melt into the cloud nMelt into the white, melt into the morning nMelt into the mirror, the body melting away nMelt into the room, the body melting away nnThe pieces of the town cut out by scissors, are disappearing nnThe wind arrives in the meadow nDrawing a spiral, I can see the words nn[Nb/ The fourth and fifth lines literally say with your back rather than heart. The Japanese refer to knowing what someone is really thinking/feeling by looking at their back.]