Dreaming of life
from Shibuya
to the stars
Beneath the night,
tube cars hum
jazz clubs roar
Fires rage
until dawn rain.
Neon rivers wash
Small steps,
we rise above
morning mist
Through mountains
we drive each other
mad
Paper thin
paper walls.
Every whisper
Moonlight breaks
the silence
glistening
Two birds,
a separating gust,
meet again
Devotion
ten springs, ten summers
until snow
