End of the Rainbow by Hiroshi YoshinoAs the rain clears
From between the clouds
Many rays of sunlight stick into the earth
Straight like dried noodles
As we see Mt. Haruna loomin ahead of us
In the bus climbing the mountain roads, we could see the end of a rainbow.
We could see the rainbow quietly touching down
Onto the upcoming field expanding within our sights.
We could see it placing its slender feet onto the bare ground,
The rainbow arch standing
Lightly but surely into the sky!
At the base of the rainbow
Was a small village and a couple of houses
Wholly embraced and colored.
And yet
no one is running out of their houses trying to touch the end of the rainbow.
"Hey, your house is right in the middle of a rainbow!"
The passengers reddened their faces
Adoring the end of the rainbow standing from the bare ground.
But odds are, we in the bus could see it,
And those people in the village cannot.
I suppose that is how it is
Living happily
Without particular surprise
Within a happiness that others may see
But they themselves cannot.
