2018.12.24.
Illusion Song
I melted into sighs with ten fingers in anachronism
I stirred in luxury said that girl crying after freedom
'Oh sounds of insects, don't stop', a cry as response from the egde of the window
At the end of the moon a dancing silhouette is already fading in this fleeting world
The scent, the invitation, taken away again
Sad and fun was the string melody
The color of the leaves is gently stroking an illusional tone
So that even a withered flower of love shall bloom
I'm stealing in barefooted on the black and white carpet every night for those blue eyes
I dressed up mysteriously in the light the man said
'I'll entrust you with my sounds', tear-stained by the wind of thousand years
Engraving fingers, a bow is especially furious
Lightly laughing with this world's absurdity
Embraced by the footsteps of winter
Even so, meetings and partings won't stop
The string of love of the whole story is an eternal dream
'Your sound, tomorrow for sure' I murmur a prayer outside the window
A single leaf on my fingertip--
Only with the falling petals I forgot my tears
The cricket cries to the moon, to the snow
As if I could hear you somehow
Play a song for spring, for the flower of love
Suspend it, entangle the string of love
Metting and parting meet at your back
How sad, how sad and lovely the string melody is
Put some clothes on the withered flower
Maybe it will carry a lovely fruit
Let me sleep to your warmth