I remember, when I was in the army,
Everything was cold and heavy.
So I was affected and trained.
To be as cold and lethalized.

Most people don't look at me normally.
Or I don't think even myself do, actually.
The bloods on my hand, the cold fingers
With my tip on the trigger.

And then he comes in, slowly but surely.
Grabs on my hand with no worries.
The finger on my trigger moves away.
The only time I've ever felt such traces.

I keep remembering, about his arrival.
I suddenly forget about my train arrival.
Because for me, the war is ended
When our hands are intertwined.

I used to walk down the path to my home.
Lonely, cold, just like the norm.
The frostbites still hurt.
Until he touches my cold heart.

I fought battles on the field
And I fought the cold against my feels.
But I certainly couldn't fight
Someone that is in my love sight.

He's always been there, watching
Caring and talking about what I'm thinking.
He gave me a scarf he made.
Since then, my life changed by a shade.

And now I'm here, sitting next to my little vain.
With the shaky movements of the train.
His sleep sounds like blowing into a bullet shell,
It makes a good melody. With his cute face as well.

Cold hail
Along my trail.
Cold air
Along my hair.

It hasn't been so cold.
Temperature hasn't been so low.
Atmosphere hasn't been so chilly.
I haven't been so happy.

Cold dances
With my glance
A glance, cold as ice
With love and spice.

Day another, night another,
I talk to my friend, to each other.
She was a person who stays with nature.
As the rain and moon follow her.

One night, she talked to me.
She talked about happy things.
In a quiet night, with the moon shine brightly,
The rain starts dropping like dancing.

And every night, she's like that.
Always find me and chit chat.
Always with the moon shine bright
And with the rain dancing high.

But one night, she talked to me.
She talked about happy thinks.
In a quiet night, suddenly a burst.
A burst of rain and her emotional curse.

Then every night, she's like that.
Always find me to chit chat.
But it's only sadness and pain,
A broken moon, a stormy rain.

A stream of river.
My pen shivers.
And so, my poem rolls away.
Like a path with only one way.

Anything will go in the past.
Like all my cupcakes and custards.
And if I'm lucky,
My poems become history.

The moonlight shines on my skin,
I take a small walk down the path
Shortly after my quick bath.
Everything seems more strange than I've seen.

The soft, cold wind blows,
Hitting against my soft cheeks,
The streetlamps lit up at where I peek,
With the friendly wind howl.

Walking down my path
Of life and love.
Like wings of a dove,
Soft and gentle like a pat.

Little dreams.
Fondling around your childish mind.
Like a piece of ice cream.
With happiness of all kind.

Dreams about candies,
About bugs and nature.
Dreams about the city,
With clouds, bliss and azure.

With all these thing to dream of
How can our lives become so vain?
With a little cuteness and a bunny hop.
I dream of rain.