(2013)
Sometimes I tend to over think things or get too caught up in my own thoughts.
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
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…
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
