Fana no iro Fa
uturi ni keri na
itadura ni
waga mi yo ni Furu
nagame sesi ma ni


The colour of this flower
Has already faded away,
While in idle thoughts
My life goes by,
As I watch the long rains fall.

I was never one to run toward
a shining soul off in the distance.

I felt.

Ceiling heavy creeping; my eyes followed the white.

I am not singular.
I am not singular.

The necessity of nature left me dreamy and hopeless. You were my

My amor phora.
                         And now I feel as if I have no soul worth clinging.

I mumble, I quake and I quiver
I search for truth and for laughter
Ache for hope to follow after
A prayer sent to heaven
Rises up like bread leaven
Not to be ignored or forsaken
Wishes and dreams for granted taken