風雪に身をよじる葉すら手放した古木が如く。
歩む倫（みち）を失いながら、男はしかし、
望むものも無くそこに座す。

街の報せが、時雨のように背を揺する。
されどそれは胸中に蛇影を見せるには至らず。
乾いた心に芽吹くものには、気付かぬまま。

Like an old tree that has relinquished its grasp on the leaves that writhe in the wind and snow, the man who has lost his way sits there with nothing to hope for.

News from the city shakes the man's core like a surprise rainfall, but not enough for the hidden snake to show itself. The man remains unaware of the sensation slowly growing in the quiet stillness of his heart.