静かな秋の日 古都のお寺を訪ねる
ひごろは顧みない 過ぎ去った日々が 脳裏を横切る
たくさんの日常 旅立った愛おしい存在 別れた恋人・・
I am what I am. だけど
I am what I have experienced. で、
Most of what I have experienced do not exist now.
I am what I have experienced which do not exist?
Then what is my existence...?
I am probably what I believe I am without substance...?
秋の日の瞑想 いや 迷走。