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

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

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

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

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more

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

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

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

Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them