A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling

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

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

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

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

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

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

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

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths

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

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…