A manner of man's breathing


Because they deserted highlands,
People need to breathe sometime,

One primitive manner of this be found on the border
Between the blueness above and the whiteness below.

So challenge the dryness of your lips over the dry earth,
Touch the greenness, the terrestrial vessel,

Well, ... Say you can breathe again back to life,
To start a new life! 

ao — at Mt. Hakuba.

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