The feel of an old bed
The smell of an old wardrobe...

Into the desert the Nomad wanders aimlessly,
Deserted by everything except for nothing...

There once was a lonely man
Who lived each day in a colourless world...

One early spring morning in Kyoto, I stroll along...
The grandeur of cherry blossoms looming over me...

A beautiful spring afternoon
has encaptured the likeness of your face...

As the city sleeps, a bar opens late into the...
The faint glow of its neon light beckons those to...

Born without legs,
I cannot walk beside you on the grassy plains...

One summer evening as I lay myself to rest,
A longing had drawn me away from my bedside...