A Breath Clad In Happiness

Quiet beating at night, gropingly forming
morning sadness into a water sprite
Innocence abruptly broken
sitting on the end of a night like melting abyss
Background switched. An expression crouches
in the town clad in happiness and in the fragrance of noon
Swore I wouldn’t wait anymore
Despised methods and the sky of screams flow out

Defend on, With no stain.
How graceful. Your night is.
The road is dark. It goes all the way.
Your face is. So untouched.

Empty scars on a cracked ornament.
Formlessness we eat and take in forever.
Sand I grasped turned into innumerable feathers
Overflowing dead mans'dreams have burned.

Summon the hidden bodies.
Silence of a dark night was born
Pile up the words like the falling rain
Sounds of dripping and hope of this world
Look up into the cloudy sky in a cold day
A singing voice in the afternoon talks to us
Ask the slow wind a question
A rut  of a stopped wheel passes us by
Wish to be found
Noticed the memories of a friend
Both feet are cold.
Stare at the accuracy
invented the end of the siren

Bought the solitude, I thought of you
Received the solitude, And I smiled
Looked at yesterday, I talked
Dropped my voice. And I wore you.

Melting thoughts and the sound of time gone mad
the world of metemsychosis repeats itself
As a question sinks and hides,
I rollup my thin finger of virtue
the flowers of hope have withered
Stains blend with thousand seasons
The colourless moonlight the wind carries is
a light source of a winter when ashes flow
Waves invite you to a painful breath
Invisible uncertainness and
a fragrance of spring are drawing near.