Kiro

Grey
Cloudy sky
The unmelting whiteness
I loved
The color of February

The overlapping time
With an unmelting magic
I knew the lost season

Even the sighs
Dyed in white
The song of the shade
You saw
The sky that
Kept being lost

The clock's hands
Strike the heart
The passing time
The path it follows
Even if it traces the same
Scenery many times
Let's see a faint dream

Not even gentle words
I know
The fragments
Of the freezing night
Embracing the buds
Wet with tears
Waiting for that spring
The weave of time

The crimson dropped
In the closed world
Guides
The trajectory
Of the season

Dye the whispers
In blue
The golden sky
You saw
While dreaming
Even the warmth
Seemed far away

The clock's hands
Without hesitation
The fragments
Of passing spring
Faintly scented
With the presence of midsummer
Gently swaying

The gentle autumn
Without warning
Enveloped in
The freezing winter's shadow
Embracing the buds
Wet with tears
Just waiting
For spring
In the spiral now

The seasons cycle
Following and getting lost
Stumbling many times
To deliver
The same flower

The clock's hands
Strike the heart
The fragments
Of passing spring
Faintly scented
With the presence of midsummer
Gently swaying

The gentle autumn
Without warning
Enveloped in
The freezing winter's shadow
Embracing the buds
Wet with tears
Waiting
For spring again
In that spiral