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