The wind chimes are like the ocean
I wait for the swallows to return
Time is set
To play out an accident
You walk away quietly
The story's outside the city
The fog won't lift
It's hard to make out the dialog
You can't hear
The winds don't exist
It's me lamenting
Who woke up from the dream on the windowsill
Opening up the ending
The future that's as thin as a cicada's wing
Can't stand up to whoever's going to tear it apart
I'll send you away
A thousand miles away
You're silent and black-and-white
The age of silence
Maybe it shouldn't be
too distant love for each other
I send you away
The sky's the limit
Are you still there
Where did the piano come from
It's hard to guess whether you'll live or die
To spend your life
Waiting
All in glazed white
Transparently dusty
Your flawless love
You're coming from the rain
Poetizing sadness
I'm drenched now
Hibiscus water picks
Shadows of the boat still remain
You don't come back
Covered by years
The blossom that you spoke of
The past has become a blank
Who woke up with a dream and opened the ending on a window sill
The ending
The future that is as thin as a cicada's wing
Can't stand up to being torn apart by anyone
I send you away
Thousands of miles away
You're silent and black-and-white
Silent era
Maybe it shouldn't be
Too far to fall in love
I send you away
The sky's the limit
Is it true you're still here
Where does the sound of the piano come from
It's hard to guess whether you'll live or die
To spend your life
Waiting
I'll send you away
Thousands of miles away
You're silent and black and white
Silent times
Maybe we shouldn't be
Too far in love
I'll send you away
The ends of the earth
Love your handwriting and your concern
The warm bottle of milk in my hand
I always feel cozy when you're around
The days are like a carousel spinning in my head
There are all those scenes where you've been so kind to me
You said holding hands is a promise
But honey, it's not love
Like a shooting star that was too late to make a wish
No matter how beautiful it is, it can only be a thing of the past
Too beautiful a promise because it was too young
But honey, it wasn't love
Like a genie living in the wrong forest
That love was wrong in a very transparent way
That warm bottle of milk held tightly in my hands
I always feel very cozy where you're concerned.
The days are like a merry-go-round in my head
There are scenes where you've been good to me
You said holding hands was a promise
But honey, that's not love
Like a shooting star that was too late to make a wish
The beauty of it all can only be a memory of what it was
It's too beautiful to be a promise. Because it's too young
But honey it's not love
It's like a genie living in the wrong forest
The love is wrong and transparent
The promise is too beautiful because it's too young
But honey it's not love
It's like a genie living in the wrong forest
The love is wrong and transparent
The Big City Little Love
Ebony hair coiled into a circle
Twisted around all the love for you
Shelved on a translucent face
The words that come out of my mouth are not deceptive at all
The quiet picture of gray tiles on the roof
Lighting is the face of your beautiful face
At last I have found the end of all the wandering
Your smile has lost its fatigue
Don't ever say it will last forever
Lest you think I'm unrealistic
It's as simple as you want it to be
It's the philosophy my mother told me
You're all in my head, you're all in my heart
The little love that's in the city is so sweet
The thoughts that come to mind are all about you, all of them are about you
It's all about you.
I'm thinking of you
I'm thinking of you as a souvenir
No need to be afraid of parting
Cut off a strand of hair and let me put it on my chest
Wherever I go, I'll have you to keep me company
Together with me
I'm thinking of you
I'm thinking of you
There is no need to be scared of leaving
This is the best way for me to be with you
This is the best way for me to be with you.
oh~~The thoughts are of you all of you
La la la la la la la ~~~~~ la la la la la la la la la
That feeling of not being able to move an inch
I know that it's called destiny
Night's Seventh
December 1983 Alley Sunny
Night's Seventh
The typewriter continued to push the Close to the truth of that next line
The fog of a briar pipe
Drifts to the withered tree silent cries to me
The rotunda off Baker Street
The crest of an iris shimmers on the arm of the armored warrior
The sound of a deserted horse-drawn wagon a late-night visitation
Evil opens bloodily in the Victorian moonlight
Disappearing pistols charred canes
Melting wax figures who weren't there
The illusion of symbols on a jewel case
Contradictions leading to the dead-end alleys he'd piled up
Evidence perfectly buried
The corners of that mocking Scottish police field upturned
If Evil is the gorgeous, cruel score (and then Justice is the deep, helpless despondency )
His finale I'll write with my own hand (Then I'll light the shimmering light in the ashes)
Morning light air-dries the last line of sorrow (Then the raindrops will wash the high walls of darkness)
Black ink stains the peace (Scattered lights turn off the red curtains descend)
Truths can only be worn into the soil of the unmarked footsteps
The sudden fragrance of the fine flowers deliberately Conspicuous costumes
Everyone lies in masks for different reasons
Motivation also has only one name and that is called desire
farfartherfartherfar
Crossing the swamps of human nature who can really not be soiled
We can forget to forgive but we must
Know that the truth is being moved
Over the iron bed that last piece of the picture finally put together
I hear footsteps the expected moccasin heel
He pushes the door open the evening breeze shakes the kerosene lamp for a while
The typewriter stops at the name of the murderer and I turn around
The night sky in Westminster begins to boil
Blooming gaudy death on the breast
I savor this last bite of the Sweet truth
Smile back at justice just quietly reaching out
Fiddle in the Thames
If evil were a magnificent cruel score
His finale I'd write with my own hand
Black ink stained with peace
If evil were a magnificent cruel score
His finale I'd write with my own hand
If evil were a magnificent cruel score
If evil were a magnificent cruel score
His finale I'd write with my own hand
The morning light dries the last line of sorrow
Black ink is tinted with serenity
Invisible wings
Every time
Stronger in wandering and loneliness
Every time
Even when I'm hurting
Not a tear flickers
I know
I have always had invisible wings
To carry me away.
Bringing me flying
Flying through despair
Not thinking
They have a beautiful sun
I see
Every day the sunsets
Changing as well
I know
I've always had invisible wings
Bringing me flying
Giving me hope
I finally
see
all my dreams blossom
chasing young
how loud the song is
I finally
soar
gaze with my heart and don't be afraid
wherever there's a wind
fly as far as you can
Invisible wings
Leave a
wish
Let your imagination run wild