下雨

下雨让世面淋湿了一种沉沦，
但这景色微微地呈现着宁静的温柔；
下雨轻轻挪掉地面昨日的沧桑，
但也冲走了我想要行路而飞的自由；
不知是否喜欢下雨的天气的我，
不知是否喜欢下雨的天气的你。

音

unknowingly to me, it seems to be raining..
unknowingly for you, the sound of the raindrops are lost silently onto the roof

solemn

when i walk, the pyres shall burn,
when i snuffle, the earth shall roar,
when i cry, the sky shall darken,
when i stare, the wolves shall back down

望みのＳｕｎｄａｙＭｏｒｎｉｎｇ

A glasshouse enfolded in rain,
an english brew set on top of a plastic deck of tables,
and a well-leafed read in hand

templation

The soft, clear notes of a nearby windchime,
the silent beating of the radiating sun onto the back;


A most distant, persisting, ringing of the icecream man;
It doesn't hurt to wonder...
It doesn't hurt to pause and dream...
それから作った僕たちだからな・・・

contest

Have you ever wondered..
When you walk slowly in a crowd
That the whole world will pass you by...


Because it seems that...
Everyone has a place to go
Everyone has a purpose in mind...


And so... And... I contest, you forgive, we perish

Steal

The dark shadows that dart pass the glass,
not crows in flight,
but crispy brown leaves that have been shed in spring;
And steal as solitary a glance,
as a dance in summers wind

みち

From here to myself, and henceforth to forever
穢れない思い出で、崩れない景色に
The sound glides, the path walks

白い風

The wind is a frivolous sort,
 it whispers gently in the pretty flower buds that it sieves through,
   it strokes the dark water surface of the icy-cold lakes,
  it takes itself to wherever it fancies;

でも最後の最後に、
  as the wind knows and as I know,
   it flutters alone in the white sails,
 the white of detachment from this world
       its white of its freedom