Tanabata.

I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday, I won't care about you 

It's Friday, 

fall in love.


Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Thursday, Friday doesn't even start
It's Saturday, 

fall in love.



Saturday, wait.
Sunday always comes too late.



Monday you can hold your head
Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed
Oh Thursday watch the walls instead 

It's Friday,
fall in love.



Dressed up to the eyes
what a wonderful surprise

to see your shoes and your spirits rise

It's such a gorgeous sight
to see you run out the middle of the night



You can never get enough,
enough of this stuff. 

It's Saturday,

beloved.

ハッピー七夕。

A little goes a long way.

I'll send youan echo from my heart. 

I can paint you

a dreamscape on your bedroom wall.



So pretend
like you're at the center-stage on broadway
cause when you're on your own
a little opera goes a long way.



I'll capsize this high rise
and drive down
to a metropolitan city

and end up where you are.

Meet you at where the page ends.

Gallop,

gallop!

Yet another couple of months past.

BUSY, but good. 

All is well.

Temperamental.

It’s hard to say,
it’s even harder to look into your eyes, 

I wish the only one I had to be was me,
for you to see it as clearly.


I somehow feel like
I’m pulling away your ground,
before I’ve even started.


To realise my words
that caught you by surprise,
makes it even harder.


I wish there was a way
to make you read the signs,
I’m bringing you this evening.


I wish the only thing I had to do was to,
hold my arms around you.

So long 

until you understand.

Spiral Fix.

In precious little circles
their thoughts run races.
Float in the water, azure and still
drowning in downsize
None finish first.


No stars get them out of this hold
slow down, just two are left
I see your smile shine, red in the silence
It's laughing

one of us is next. 

They hid the smiles off the sideways
made it my fortune to watch it all happen
I'd be sure we're still going nowhere.
They retch an apology for necessity
but my blood still swims inside.

When all is done and said
I think, spirals down
it all spirals down the brain

into their little circles. 

So I'll find the balance in between. 

Misread.

Where'd all the good people go.

If you want to be a friend
You want us to get along
Please don't expect
The observation I am doing could easily be understood
as a cynical demeanour
But one of us misread
And what do you know
It happened again.
A friend is not a means
utilize to get somewhere
Somehow I didn't notice
It happened again


How come no-one told me
All throughout history
the loneliest people
were the ones who always spoke the truth.
The ones who made a difference
by withstanding the indifference.


I guess it's up to me now
Should I take the risk 
or just smile
?

What do you know.

Satellite.

Oh, there's a million stories
and a million ways to get there from here.

If you let your heart open up your mind
There's a whole new world on the other side

I'll be your satellite
my hand over your world at night
And I can hear you sleep beneath the star cluster lights
I can see your dreams like they were mine 

Oh, there's a million reasons
and a million ways to take it from here.


I'll take you outside
the corners of your world and find
最近のショクパンちゃんでーす
毎日ぐりぐり目玉で「ニャーーーーーャ」（お腹すいて～る）ってよぶんだ。
とてもかわいいのに意地悪子だ　
怒られたいけどできない
困られたなあ。
ははになることは全然簡単じゃないね
てか
育ててくれるのをがんばります。

Of Porcelain.

"Follow your heart", it said.
Your heart will take you there.
"Swallow your pride", he said.
For pride is anything but rare.


So I walked into your eyes without a raincoat on
And in the salty sea, 
I find you're anything but gone.


Take my hand, you're treading water
I feel like gliding, away from underneath my toes

Nobody knows.



Inside your porcelain fists, 
your palms begin to crack,
that's where I fit in.

Allow Me to Figure This Out.

I separated my heart from my head
To feel out what's inside
I don't like what I see so I say,
"Goodnight."

Don't wake me
I'm dreaming in color
Black and white is not my friend
Candy coated figures only in my bed.
Big city streets are calling out loud
The busy keeps me high
Well this quiet town is wearing me down tonight


Well 
I know that I should stay here for a while
Listen to the sound
of my shaky heart
Looking for gold in the ground

I've never been so deep inside a shadow
I've never been so insecure of what I know


I've gotta figure this out
I need a story to tell
Where's the feeling I long for


I've gotta figure it out
before I lose you, love. 

らいねんのりゅがく予定はどうするかまだわかないけど
あきらめたくないなあ。
さあ、あかん。

ヘイ
にっぽん
がんばってね。

Pacing, Facing, Racing.

There goes my faith, swinging by the cherry tree
I rest my eyes, 
I need some sleep.


Slow wins the race, but I'm always rushing
Somedays I try, 
and others just pass on by
A Mountain of looks so high, 
that I must climb. 

You're calm in chaos,
 without warning
A face in the crowd, that knows my name
Pages and shapes, and everyone's just watching me
 I could be so blind.

So please know 
I waited for you
And please be by my side
I'll make a move if you swear to catch me
I look to the sky. 



がんばれにっぽん

Second to Numb.

I'll tip toe tacitly
my way back to
... 

Standing at the sidelines

Half indifferent, half afraid,
It might only leave you voiceless.

What is given can't be returned.
The cards are in our hands.

Once you catch your breath,
A question simmers inside.

How far away from being in

Can there be stated of love?

How to put it is you're bound within.

What matter is it made of?

What will we become?
Second to numb. 

Resistance.

Feeling the comfort from your eyes is my sole intention

We all want to be understood unconditionally

But you have to realize that a viewer needs distance

And the moment your wall melts down 

the inside is outside.

We've got four eyes 

So why yearn for one perspective?

We've got colours with shades erased when blended

but they disappear when blended.

親愛なにほん、
きっと心よりお祈り申し上げます。

最近のせいかつはあかん

モチない

かっきない

かぞく（ここに）いない

親友たちも忙しいからいない


それに

アイタリナイ

やーべーえ

てか

明日変わりになるだろう！

Superhuman.

And these days, these days

I wish I was five again

I wish I wish

If only

I've had these dreams of walking home

Home where it used to be
And everything was as it was 

in front of me


Here I stand, Five feet small
Romanticizing years ago
when my mind hadn't grown so old

It's a bittersweet feeling
hearing the same song on the radio


And these days, 

I wish I was five again

Make me a cape

I want to be Superman

Still, here I stand, Five feet small
I'm smiling but I'm so scared inside

You and I,we can say pretty things

These pretty things cannot be made 

This set of palms are not enough to save

Maybe he's no Romeo

and I'm no Superhuman. 

But 

That's all we can do. 

That's all I can do. 

One Planet, Countless Countries, All Earthlings.

あきらめないで
こんなに強い国が絶対に生きてる
皆つづけてがんばり

The morning wind brings the feeling
they have been waiting for
Cloak of depressing clouds
prevent the light


So many hopes and prayers
For this moment not to come


Earth whispers a silent warning
Something dark has awoken
Dawn of terror creeps in on us
What can save them now

To cast hope
To light flame
Our hearts
True believing in better days
to come by
And no more running away.



















The light is always on the other end, 








Right?











Right. 

Snail.

All my seven dreams
Look close you'll believe
As things come undone
See you are the only one


Flower, seize the hour I did
I wait Waiting, waiting for your wake
I'll wait


When we wake we are all weak
Sorry snail
What you wait for
Down in my heart


Flower, the rest will wash away
When the sun shines
Climbs through your window into your bed


Flower save the hours.
Flower away.
Flower looks up to a new sunshine.

Hide and Seek.

逃げないで
すでにこたえてもらってくれない
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
Mid-sweet talk
Newspaper word cut-outs 
Speak no feeling
No, I don't believe you 
if you say
you don't care a bit.


Hide and Seek
Trains and sewing machines.
Blood and tears
They were here first
The takeover
The sweeping insensitivity
of this Still Life


Hope you find it in everything,
everything that you see. 
Hope you find me in you.




Where's the best hiding place? 


A:
Behind the seeker!

Ｏ

カゼまるのつき終わった
ピース。

To be honest,

I was never really aware of Feb being a short month. 

But
I do know that

germs get viral around Feb.

Hence, the sickness, the grouchy mood. 

I'm feeling better, I think. 

Even if I'm not,
I'd like to start March off with a slightly optimistic note. 

PEAASU. 

每天養成喝茶的習慣
無糖茶也能嘗出甜味

Lately, 

some thoughts have been 

remotely circling themselves. 

Stop circling and send already!

Ｏ

 Did you receive them yet.

Goo.

A piece of muddle 

sits impassively

in the corner of your logic-processing organ,

the "brain" we call it. 

You stare at it 

an image so clear so thorough in your head

The muddle paces
backwards, forwards,

 fast-forwards
and repeat its routine. 

Sometimes you ask, you shout, you demand. 

The muddle looks at you, 

it scoffs, it chuckles, 

it indifferently walks away. 

Your eyes are tired,

your logic is drained, 

the muddle continues to recklessly tread

back and forth

back, and forth

Muddle, 

here's a packed suitcase, a(n) ukulele, and a plane ticket to Hawaii. 

Kindly leave me alone. 

Airplanes, Lags, and Gravity.

I love airplanes

but I have a horrible case of Acrophobia. 

Nevertheless,
it's a lovely feeling being more than 6 feet off the ground.
(that's as much as I can literally jump)

Especially night flights,
usually we'd be looking at the stars from down to up

but the plane will make you feel parallel
with those glistening space rocks.

This nice little green and blue planet

has its own little galaxy too!
City lights can be as alluring as stars.

All arms in the air for window seats!!

That means if you're an octopus you raise 8 arms.
(What?) 

Don't be confused, I am too. 

Lag. 

My delusional-like 5 day trip to Montreal had filled me with
sugar, spice, and everything nice. 

And now
just some traces of emptiness and Lag.

I need to stop procrastinating my art pieces. 

椅子になった人
 ひこうき雲が、あんまりゆっくりなんだもの。

There are a lot of things

that you and I may not presume

right or wrong

do or don't. 

But gravity is certain.

In serendipity

May gravity pull me towards you,

and hopefully

you towards me.