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Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
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
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…
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 blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
