(2013)
Just one of the many cluttered things that decorate my room.
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
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
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
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead