Letters to Iwo Jima, gone and gone, tried to be history
To be remembered, to be in framed
All taken away to other side, my friend this open world
In caged, already forgotten
Letters to what? Letters to kill all it all
Aside
Being alive
I cannot see clearly how this is aside
Take
A frame of me
I survived in frames
I am a Ghost, not too much
Not any longer
I cannot go further
I fall alone
In mess
I drifted my life in two parts
I cannot see when I look into your eyes
Always blank
I look at you
forever alone
I, my assumption
Drifted all my darkness
In flowers
For a ten thousand miles
I drove the world
To see you
In my arms
Yesterday a lost day
Present forever present
Future made by hands
I hope
I beli(e)ve
Close my eyes
To see clearly
How you can see
When you look at me
Always be yesterday
Not present or future
I see me in a cup
To become empty
Emptiness in your eyes
When I look at you
These frames with you
Now unframed
To appeal a drifted love
Now gone
