At midnight,
the clock plays tick-tack murmurs
ring the start of dreams.
Gazing a convexo-concave city
from the top of clouds
Flashing faintly and
a stray comes around
We are singing
while looking for you
in order that the feeling voice from afar
will be able to be delivered some day
At the night of the falling stars
the north wind goes through a street
and no tidings from the person I have wanted to see.
I just draw the following day.
The star takes a wish
and calmly sparks in that sky.
We dream a happy dream in our sleep.
A new straight line
Clouds spin and stretch
Countless numbers of twinkling lights are born.
Footsteps and Calling
Everyone wakes up.
How many wishes will we make now?
I know you even if I can not meet you.
You should be standing with being exposed to the same rain at a distant town.
At the night of the falling stars,
we swallowed the sounds of rain and the voice,
we were watching the shining sky with sleepless.
The seven colors of stardust
and a buzz booms to ground.
The confetti fills the air
like a fireworks blooming
The strobe of outdoor lights
and clouds spread like wave.
Floating water. Waving hair.
The bird flock has filed away.
The mother's finger envelops
the shoulder of the child expects miracle
and jumps to his feet trembling.
I just stand there
and journey into my memories sleepily.
The all times of steps have recovered now.
I just think of you strongly
until the gear wheels start to move
deprive of me
At the night of the falling stars,
the north wind brings the light powder
We wish the following day without sleeping.
The crying of stardust
and ringing in my ears break finally,
I dream an endless dream in a soundless view.
At the night of the falling stars,
if we grip both little hands,
the star deliver our wish
to the far sky
and call the happy morning.