Go on a journey.
To pursue a landscape of ideals.
Falling snow.
Before I am born and even after I pass away.
Falling snow.
While on a journey I think about my life.
The journey is long, in due course I will finish a life on its way.
I die, and I am born.
Go on a never-ending journey.
I gaze at the never-ending landscape.
— Mitsuharu Maeda