Some day, and that day may never come,
I'll be hiding behind those crates,
waiting to stab your back again.



都合よく利用された君のことをちょっと可哀想に思うが、もう一度君と一緒にやりたかったのにな。

君が１人で終わりない旅に出るなら どうかどうか幸運を


生まれ変わって出会う事なんて もう言わないで


枯葉ひとつの重さもない命





『あの頃はなにもなくて
それだって楽しくやったよ』




"I was very happy. See you."
"Did I let you down?"
"There's no way. Ever."







Sky Garden

A doleful tale a garden shall tell,
A garden where divine stars fell
Into the rain-drenched hay
That had been left astray.

A doleful tale a garden shall tell,
A garden where misery befell
A blossoming love then
That wasn't heard of again.





Buried afar
was a wish of a fool.
Wishing on a star
he wished this time were true.
Stars in the galaxy
saw this fool's vanity.
Scattered with scars
said he the wish would come true, he was sure.

Buried afar
was a wish of another fool.


Foolish enough to dance an impossible ballad.






Still, the pain pierced through every remnant of my shattered heart, as if mangling my complete one was ungratifying.






It was a quiet evening when snow was gently falling from the velvet dark sky. Simon, alone, scurried along the sidewalk back to his apartment a few blocks away, clenching his cigarillo.





So unbelievable is the irony that Simon, who once relished upon solitude, craves intimacy.




A billow of smoke wafting from the end of Simon's pipe obscured nothing but a sultry woman who was as mysterious as her silhouette suggested.



Anointed with the poignancy of the past, Simon, caressed by the silky jazz, stares vacantly out of the window not at the passers-by, but at the remorse of the misspent youth.



The Unheard Beauty

Once I was told,
A lilac could sing.
Once a promise was made,
Our lilac would sing;
So I waited as the lilac withered.
Once a lilac was gone,
I thought,
the lovely songs it could have sung.


The Charlotte's served bad food, which earned the restaurant some notoriety. In the eyes of the general, it was a premises to avoid, if not detest. To claim that there were regulars would be a ludicrous remark and considered impossible.

She was a young woman of misery and detachment; from years of fictitious, fabricated disdainful remarks in her mind, she had developed a self-deprecating personality that aggravated her fragile mental state.




In a vast land of helplessness, I saw no light. Perpetual darkness seemed to devour, obliterate every slightest consciousness of mine. In such an abject plight, from whom shall I seek shelter? In such a moment, a big head arose, from the grim darkness, with a key to eternity. A key that shall brighten the vulnerable world of my own, bring dawn to my everlasting moonless night. Only if I can hold such a key with the unworthy hands of mine shall I be salvaged. After that, this enormous head shall never be forgotten.

The mansion was built
Upon a ground of faith,
From a frame of strength,
And by a cladding of splendour,
Deceivingly impressive as
A façade that fooled many.

And there was time
When faith was weak,
Strength was strained,
And splendour was plain.
By then the mansion crumbled;
Crumbled into a grandeur of none.



We Once Tried to Catch a Shooting Star

We tried to catch a shooting star
Of divine beauty that was set afar.
Vainly we chased as the star vanished into the horizon.
On a soft meadow we sat together, yearning,
Not knowing the beauty lay not within the star.

I tried to catch a shooting star
Of divine beauty that was set afar.
I chased as the star landed in front.
On the rubble I sat alone, grieving,
Having known the beauty lay not within the star.