Resurrection of long and still souls in flowing time
Travel is a lonely dwelling lair
Shipwrecks and nostalgia can't keep your
sad face
Your eyes are like a diffuse fog
, migrating slowly, soaking clothes
The wilderness of Arakawa and the reciprocating snow
We wandered side by side in the fog
, blowing away all the mysteries
, leaving only the white fruit
left for the stars to open and bathe
in, leaving solid and sincere eyes
, the hills of the fog, and entering the dying nation
with a choking tone , the corresponding boulders The epic images of looking for you man! Looking back , the pale is flushing the whispers and endless questioning , the children of the owner, picking up their own way , the vigor of the night, the blue of the night, clasping these only solitary breaths, I lean over to touch, the perception of salt is like the first sight Innocence I can only stare you far away Facing the magnetic passer -by all winter Lucky ancient throat June 20, 2012
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