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…

A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils