Again, we're spinning in circles like the cycle of day

Falling a hundred miles per second like a shooting star

Despite the black and white, we're still walking on gray

The sound of the third and fourth strings on my acoustic guitar

Winter ghosts are trailing me like the tail of a comet

Even if you made me warm, I would only freeze again

Or the ocean would scream back and the sun would plummet

The world will rotate back a little every now and then

Don't cry, because you're still the moon to my night skies

The eyes sprouting from the dark every time I told lies

A whistle of storm in the middle of my tragic demise

You're the reason I struggle to sing, as silence implies

I will remember you like the dates of a meteor shower

The safety of my outworn blanket I used to cower

The scent that lingers every time I plucked a flower

But again, falling three hundred thousands miles per hour

I would fall all over you again with the speed of light

Even to dance with the distant dark holes, I might

But to disappear in silver linings now out of sight

A big bang, and I mean a bigger bang, would ignite

You're the smell of biscuits that wakes me up every morning

The snow in my backyard that comes with no forewarning

The light of my unfathomable thoughts that tends to ascertain

Thank you, Love, until I can meet you with a smile again

"Itsuka egao de aeru sono toki made zutto kimi no yasashisa wasurenai."

- Wishing, Nishino Kana -

a night for you are a day,

Andri Kurniawan