Asaki

With fingers coldly lined up
(Tick tock, tick tock)
The moon stabs out in the color of something wet

Thoughts fly into pieces
(Hop, skip, hop)
Leaping into a generation

Tracing along the outlines of phantom ice
It's quiet all alone

"The mist that is not in the background or foreground
Is headed to the town that you were born in
You pull on the hand of me, who is crying, before the shining door
And you're trying to tell me something
But punishment came --
Black clouds enveloped you and split apart"

A delay in a sudden shower
And my resignation bursts open
One-by-one
Filling in each and every space
They turn into ice crystals

The drifting ice is calling out

My thoughts
Turn into atmospheric currents
And transform spirals
Golden and silver waves surrounding at a distance

The frozen sky is unable to endure
Spreading the stars and asking for love

Our far away dreams are bound in the distance

Your hand is
Your eyes are
Trembling in the thin light
Melting the uneven drifting ice
They disappeared to the farthest ends of the ocean

Far away
Far away