風花   kazahana
– Flurries in the Wind –

On the last night of January.
In a slumber listening to the lullaby of the city lights, dreaming of the snow flurries in Munich.
I wish flurries of words would fall like snowfall on a night like this.
Snow flurries fell into my palms and melted, before I was able to remember the shapes of each one of them.
And the snow crystals changed into the rain as I was reminiscing.
Words all disappeared, while I was busy recording.
I just had to feel the moment, and not remember the moment.

睦月最後の夜
都会の光に包まれて、微睡みながら思い出す
ミュンヘンの風花

無数の風花が降るのと同じ速度で
無数の言葉が降ってきたらいいのに

風花は手の中で溶けてなくなって
形を思い出そうとすると雨に変わっていった
書き留めた言葉は紙面から離れて消えていった