Your birthday falls on the night of the full moon

Your birthday falls on the night of the full moon

We sat in the woods

Surrounded by a group of big trees

Talking casually from dusk to night.

Just before one of those moments

The woods were filled with the night wind

Making various whistling sounds among the branches and leaves

And a few stubborn birds

Chirping persistently in different directions

We sat there

Talking about some subtle fragments deep in our memories

Then, all the sounds stopped

The woods swelled with deep water

The ground beneath our feet became a lakebed

We, ourselves, became two fish without names

Talking to each other in a wonderful "bubble code"

Even pouring out mysterious emotions not expressed by human words

The incomplete moonlight was filtering down from the high water

We raised our hands and swayed our bodies in unison

Like real fish, lightly rising from the bottom of the water to the surface

Straight or coiled tree trunks

guiding our way upward

We soon reached the top of the tree and leaped out of the water

We saw a big golden moon

hanging steadily in the distant sky

We could only open a silent mouth and

Exchanging our amazement at.

Out of the water

We can't use the language of "bubbles"

Only by diving back into the water

We can only talk about what we felt when we jumped out of the water

and what fragments of memory

remain under the bright moon of previous years.