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

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

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

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

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

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

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

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

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

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling

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

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

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