Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow

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

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

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

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

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

Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart

Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink

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

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths