A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock

Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops

Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream

To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com

Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin

Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!

A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour