The reflected light of the highway flares in the blue sky.
A mirage of the Milky Way, the Northern Star feels alive.
More fuel in the heater. A night of deep snow.
The smoke rises up endlessly. The whooping cough starts to act up.
In the forest at the hase of a precipitous mountain,
a moonlit night that only comes once every thousands of years.
An invoice that elicits a sigh.
The girl sleeps soundly, cloaked in stillness.
On a wallpaper depicting a dense forest,
a centipede makes its way across the world.
Persistent stains cling to my song.
Persistent stains cling to my song.
Persistent stains cling to my song.
To this song of joy, this ode.
Persistent stains cling to my song.
Persistent stains cling to my song.
Persistent stains cling to my song.
To this song of joy, this ode.