Suteki Da Ne
My heart was swimming
in words gathered by the wind
My voice bounded
into a cloud-carried tomorrow
My heart trembled
in the moon-swayed mirror
Soft tears
spilled with a stream of stars
Isn’t it beautiful?
If we could walk, hand in hand,
I’d want to go
to your town, your home, in your arms
I dream of being
against your chest
my body in your keeping
disappearing into the evening
Words halted by wind are
a gentle illusion
A tomorrow torn by clouds is
the voice of a distant place
My heart that had been
in a moon-blurred mirror that flowed
Those stars that trembled and spilled
cannot hide my tears
Isn’t it beautiful?
If we could walk, hand in hand,
I’d want to go
to your town, your home, in your arms
My dream of
your face
that I softly touch
melts in the morning