：TOHYA HAITANI
When nice
Do you cry?
The reality is dreamt.
The emptiness it is blue under
To a white skirt
Big pocket
It is diverted to the sound of the engine.
Word of muttered love
Over there of the horizon
It reaches it at last by two people.
Though there might be nothing, too
A beautiful flower is surely in blossom.
When embracing closely
Do you laugh?
The fragment of ice
It changes into a blue snow.
Over there of the horizon
It reaches it at last by two people.
Though there might be nothing, too
A beautiful flower is surely in blossom.
When embracing closely
Do you laugh?
The fragment of ice
It changes into a blue snow...
When nice
Do you cry?
The reality is dreamt.
The emptiness it is blue under
To a white skirt
Big pocket
It is diverted to the sound of the engine.
Word of muttered love
Over there of the horizon
It reaches it at last by two people.
Though there might be nothing, too
A beautiful flower is surely in blossom.
When embracing closely
Do you laugh?
The fragment of ice
It changes into a blue snow.
Over there of the horizon
It reaches it at last by two people.
Though there might be nothing, too
A beautiful flower is surely in blossom.
When embracing closely
Do you laugh?
The fragment of ice
It changes into a blue snow...
