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

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

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays

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

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

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

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

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

Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!

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

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

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply

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