The mirror reflecting the swaying moon
My heart shivered
The soft tears
Elegant, isn’t it?
If we could walk holding hands with one another
I want to go
To your town, into your arms
The chest
my lean my body, and
Using the night
to hide my dreams
The wind stopped and the word is
a kind, imaginative thing
Clouds tear and tomorrow is
a far away voice
The mirror that the moon is smeared
Washed heart
stars swings and dropped
the tears that I can’t hide
Elegant, isn’t it?
If we could walk holding hands with one another
I want to go
to your town, to your arms
The chest
my body leans on
to the morning, meet
dreams to see
