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

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

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…

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils

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

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

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

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

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

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

A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase

Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed

Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens