Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed

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

Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name

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

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream

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

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

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

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

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

Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink

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

Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest