Kotoko Sensitive
In the long darkness, I meet with you Yet, I know I still live There is nothing allowed... Even though I know that Still, I close my eyes
A wet flower being dyed Flutters and sways in the water The frozen river of time Slowly, now, it thaws
Holding to white silk, touched lips Everything is erased Only the warmth of entwined fingers Is the thread holding us together
A fallen pink flower Traces of tears, flood the water's surface A deep river tracing an arc No place to go, it is drained
A torn up red flower Shaking, nothing can be seen The overlapping river of time Wearing sin, will you go anywhere?
