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

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

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays

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?

A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock

Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest

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

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

Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray

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

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

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