Father told me he found me in a field of peas, so he named me Pea. I have no mother, but at least I have Seventh Brother.
Seventh Brother said he would always protect me... But then, later on, he was gone. That was when he came. He gave me a name and dressed me up. One paintbrush, one scroll of paper, red walls and high courtyards.
The pea field, the parasol tree. I think and think, longing, then letting go.
Sandalwood incense, falling cherry blossoms. When will we meet again, after all this yearning?
