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

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils

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

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

A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

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

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…

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

Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told