Into memories buried in to the waves
I want to go to leave memories by the sea.
We have hopes for distant years ahead.
How about we also live with hopes for the coming year?
What do you think about going to this area? What are your thoughts? Okay, just tell, if you like it or not.
Memories of my travels through 24 countries are buried, forgotten.
Yet occasionally, Japan, the Philippines, Russia, British airports, and others come to mind individually.
Even in youth, I was buried in memories, but I suppose this is what they mean when they say old age feeds on memories.
So, waiting for that day with you,
let's overcome the inconveniences and difficulties of travel—transportation, finances, and all.
On that day, let's give it our all
and leave behind great memories.
Into memories buried by the waves
How wonderful it would be if we could spend that day joyfully?
Thinking this, I write these words.
Everyone has hopes for the future.
There are hopes for a year from now,
hopes for my work,
and hopes for today.
So I sketch out hopes for a year or so ahead.