Everything looks so full of life, in their own rhythm. It's finally coming true!
On the banks of Tama Koshi cold wind chills my spine. I am telling the hills on the other side I have come back. The trees on the hill too sway with the wind. The pebbles and stones are bright, and the ones I carried long ago are even brighter. I take a flat one and whirl on the composed river. It bounces thrice and finally sinks down. It glitters from the bottom. And I know this is all I had wanted!
