In the weight of all they say,
they reach weightlessness...
The rose wilted the night before you returned
from the depths of the ocean...
Before reaching the end,
life placed you before me...
It is utterly futile
to argue with yourself...
Our meeting for me was chance,
while the world wrapped itself in the soft cheer...
The guardhouse of loneliness—
where the truth of oneself unfolds...
Time slipped slowly
and all too rapidly until none was left...
You were a star,
shining brilliantly...
A samurai defends himself
when outnumbered...
how small would You like me to be
small enough to fit in Your palms...
Baby, can't you see
This isn't how it's meant to be...
walking on moss that is wet in any season we think...
someone reading something while someone else...