Whispers in the hall,
your laugh says two things at once,
I still can't decode.
My heart's torn apart
Not by any, but by me,
The worst deceiver.
By the old temple,
peach blossoms;
a man treading rice.
Spring Is Here
With cherry blossoms
swirling again around us—
stop talking so much!
The river flows on,
Though there are murky forests
On its either side.
Ogen ontwaken,
voeten raken per ongeluk,
zo begint het spel.
Your eyes look away,
the pause between your answers
speaks louder than words.
Menu in my hand,
I want everything and none.
Waiter taps his pen.
Twisted thoughts creep in,
smiles worn like borrowed costumes,
truth lost in the fog.
World melts at the edge,
truth and lies trade silhouettes
behind fogged lenses.