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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?

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

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