Kamikochi
If you go through the Abo Tunnel and head towards the mountains
Twilight spreads across the viewfinder.
Kamikochi
Coffee in one hand, a bag in the other
I can’t hear you when you say “Yoo-hoo.”
By the murmur of the river
Behind my eyelids
It’s a fleeting mountain photo.
Fading away
The town that used to be lively has now quieted its voice.
What are we afraid of?
What are we afraid of?
I will never forget.
The journey has an end.
And a new journey begins.
Yasuharu Nagura 