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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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…

Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin

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

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

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