Lyric

A breeze delivers silk’s soft sigh

Fragrant layers drift and blur my ear

Beneath each pattern, a hidden prayer

Life itself trembles beyond this world

A gentle touch, and the soul is stained

Shades deepen, reflecting the heart

In the weave, my thoughts dissolve

Even tears become warmth in return

On the lining, love’s refrain

Fragments of prayer, too soft for words

In the act of folding, I feel again

The past and present softly entwine

The heart of Aya, the heart of mine

In twilight’s fold, dreams lie still

The echoing tone moistens my chest

Each day reborn in a quiet light

Morning dew under white tatami

A rising light brushes my cheek

A moment falls upon my shoulder

Like spring drifting in a sea of words

The warmth that once embraced my form

Still lingers in tomorrow’s shade

Patterns ripple in the living world

Flowing through me, they melt and stay

Colors speak without a tongue

Memories fall like silent rain

Time shimmers beyond the stripes

Unseen dreams blend hue with hue

Myself and Aya become as one

Old prayers drape my every step

Now I cross the veil of this life

And rise within silk’s longing breath

On the lining, love’s refrain

Fragments of prayer, too soft for words

In the act of folding, I feel again

The past and present softly entwine

The heart of Aya, the heart of mine

In twilight’s fold, dreams lie still

The echoing tone moistens my chest

Each day reborn in a quiet light