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

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

Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!

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

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

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

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

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

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

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?

Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me

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

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