• Days go by
    Minutes tie
    Tomorrow passes
    Time may lie
    Hours swish
    and you move so forth
    nothing revealed
    is nothing worth

    Though a decade ago
    Time has passed
    A true love
    With memories vast
    Though disagreed
    To shock you'll see
    That their strong love
    was never emptied

    It was such a cold winter
    decades ago
    he shivered
    in blank snow
    Under a tree
    He wept in ice
    staring at his palms
    of which he saw twice
    Tired he was
    with heavy eyelids
    but if he slept
    life would be on bids

    Disownment as well
    as the frosty Tokyo snow
    He flipped back black hair
    Revealing eyes no one might know
    He was tired and cold
    Matsumoto by name
    and if he didn't pick up
    he would have gone insane

    He strode by empty streets
    on a night so bare
    He looked at flashing lights
    that lit barely a flare
    And he shivered hard
    under a paper thin coat
    But as in the freezing snow,
    he sang his first note.

    At first just a mumble
    hissing through air
    then a puffy white cloud
    of a song of despair
    he opened his mouth
    Matsumoto by name
    and with a thick voice
    he learned and he sang

    He figured out a dream
    He could sing it so fast
    and he realized a hope
    that would make his heart last
    and on that frosty night
    Takanori, no more
    Ruki sang a song
    of a sweet, dark amour.

    If this night went bad
    Time was left short
    Then this young man
    would be left to abort
    But The young man could sing
    Matsumoto by name
    and a talent arose
    upon the soft note he sang.