Open my eyes to an unfamiliar morning
wind comes in through the crack of the window
a small room I've never seen
so why do my hands know everything
Wooden floor, cold toes
an old teacup stained with sunlight
a thin coat someone left behind
I seem to know whose it is
Outside the door, wet pine trees
far off the sea is breathing
this place I have never once come to
strangely, it was waiting for me
On the table, enough for two
warm rice still left
I know that I am alone
so why do I look at the empty seat first
Whose morning is this
whose hand opened the door
a day that isn't mine
yet the body already remembers the house
I walk inside a borrowed season
living days I never lived
a sea I see for the first time knows me
a house I don't know holds me
Standing at the end of a borrowed season
waiting for someone who isn't there
a memory I must give back
so why don't I want to leave
When it rains I close the window
when it's cold I light the lamp first
which drawer, which shelf
even where the small towel is, I know
The low wall at the end of the alley
the sound of the old wooden gate
without thinking, my feet
always find the same road
And one evening, suddenly
the footsteps of someone coming home
I can't even see the face
but my chest knows the name first
Try to say it and the name disappears
try to hold it and the scene blurs
and yet the moment he opens the door
I cry as if I'd waited a long time
I walk inside a borrowed season
living days I never lived
a sea I see for the first time knows me
a house I don't know holds me
Standing at the end of a borrowed season
waiting for someone who isn't there
a memory I must give back
so why don't I want to leave
Nothing in the records
no date either
no trace that I ever lived here
And yet the hand knows the door handle
the feet know the number of stairs
the eyes know the sea before the rain
the heart knows who is coming home
Whose life have I borrowed
whose winter am I wearing
or did one line of a poem, for a moment
make a world I could have lived in
The evening light slowly falls
and that person stops in front of me
This time too there is no face
only the voice, very close
"You're late"
The moment I hear those words
I knew
that a parting was coming
Don't go
I don't even know who you are
Don't go
we never even met
The borrowed season collapses
the days I never lived grow distant
the sea that knew me disappears
the warm house loses its light
Standing at the end of a borrowed season
I call out to someone who isn't there
a memory I must give back
so why do my tears come first
Open my eyes to a blue dawn
in my hand, a cold knot
The house
the sea
that person — none of them are here
And still
I want to go back