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

Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply

I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow

No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told

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

Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?

Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble