sometimes when I sleep

Sometimes I listen to music not only when awake

Sometimes I listen to music when asleep

Sometimes I listen to music when waking up.

Today, after seeing the sun over Tokyo

Today, after seeing the sheer rays of a glowing sun

Today, after looking at the sky both there, and here

I slept again

and listened

and sometimes when I'm sleeping to music,

I am embraced

Warm and loved

I can hear all the smiles that voice has ever been

I can feel all the love that voice has ever spelled

Today I was embraced in my sleep

Are you okay, they ask.

I am now.

I am now.

I am now.

I am now.

Yes.

I can see the night sky over Tokyo, I can see there are lights. There are stars.

Here and there, I am embraced.

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I can see through that solid blue

I lift my voice to my lips and taste carefully

I open up carefully

Nothing is to crash against the back of my teeth

Nothing is to crash against my closed lips

I can see through that bound black

I move my eyes to all the sights and look carefully

I watch carefully

Nothing is to stay unseen because of closing lids of blinking eyes

Nothing is to remain unseen because of eyes turned away

I can feel through my skin

I can feel

through my skin

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Sayonara is a harsh word, but not when being said together.

again, for whenever

If it is an evening when the red of roses blushes stronger than before

If it is a night when the rain falls harder than before

If it is a morning when you are greeting the dawn

If it is a day for visiting Houses of Summer

Yawn at the rising sun, the moon is filling up, see it there, a bit to the right, white and pale in the blue sky, as blue as it ever was

For a 'Welcome unto us', I believe that was a thought just shared.

Did it sparkle clearly for you too?

The scent on the air is a promise well kept

I knew this would happen but I was in doubt

The brakes were hit on too fast

Jammed

burned

and you can smell it too, I know that

Air-conditioning takes us away

sweeps us off our feet

Sitting in our tiny seats

This high up I begin to wonder

Why take another step back down?

Why prepare for what I don’t know?

Why trust only that there is trust,

why trust only to trust?

My head was weighed down,

my throat hurts some

what of all the smoke

All the burning

There’s soot on the window,

maybe ash in the air

There’s smoke in the wind,

I try not to breathe.

My teeth creak of all the dust caught between them

Then there were flames

said voice to my heart

is it the snowfall?

is it the grey morning?

is it the rain?

is it the sky angled?

is it the world turning under my feet?

Is it the oceans?

Is it the princess that doesn't sleep?

Is it the roses?

Said voice to my heart

is it the frozen night?

is it the loss?

is it the living?

Wrote hand in my heart

It is the light in your fingertips

It is the life in your hands

Held hand for my hand.