A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more

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

Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice

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

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…

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

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

The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

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

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