the phoenix tree suddenly tilts
the bicycle bell's ring hangs in air
earth swiftly reverses its rotation
back to that night ten years ago

the phoenix tree gently sways again
the ringing bell sprinkles the scent of flowers along the trembling street
darkness gathers, then seeps away
the dawning light of memory merges with the light in your eyes

maybe this didn't happen
just an illusion spawned by a familiar road
even if this did happen
I'm used to not shedding any tears

homeward bound

the wind tonight
seems full of echoes
wind in the pines, fireflies, lamplight from a hydroelectric station
all reminding me of a distant dream
my memory is like a small overloaded wooden bridge
spanning the banks of time
does moonlight still seamper merrily down the steps on the other side?
my heart trembles, fearful of starting the journey

don't think back, don't think back
my wandering feet are tired
I rest my head on the shoulder of the mountain
I seem to have walked a long, long way
yet I'm back where I started innocent eyes rise again like the stars shining on me, just as ten years ago
myabe if I hold out my hands
a golden apple will fall
a waterfall of blood
brightens my soul as though it's in flames

this can't be true, can't be true
youth has turned its back and walks through a dense forest of cries

autumn thoughts

autumn journeys relentlessly on the leaves day and night
the hour strikes
then grows old
and yellow; it
drifts down

we its hostages are swept along
unable to call for help
unwilling to give up the struggle
we hear in our hearts