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

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

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

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…

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

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

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

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

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

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…

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