波を枕に

波を枕に

曇天の波にゆらりゆらり
板一枚をベット代わりと
漂う心地よさ我が世の春
山を彷徨う白雲友にも見え
Waves instead of pillows
It is swaying in waves of cloudy sky
A surfboard instead of a bed
The comfort on waves is my spring
White clouds crawling the mountains seem to my friends