Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!

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

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

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

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

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

No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

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

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

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

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く