her eyes only looks at love.
in a rising sun where everything beautiful is passed by everyday.
and the thought of being distant is abundant on cherry blossoms
and where being swept away last only until winter.
i may not find the words
to make you stay
or give the comfort that you really need.
but don’t drown yourself in emptiness
for i will crumble too when i leave this city.
i believe all hope is not lost
maybe they are just being translated
by our actions because sometimes
movements captivate us more
than mere voices of subtlety.