shibuki

Like drifting vaguely through meaningless days,
the subtle, listless nuances of the heart.
I cant become like a saint who says even regret is precious
but still
The moment I toss my heart into the sky,
a gentle melody of smiles always comes flowing in.
Softly tapping the invisible splashes of life
from the far side of my limits.
The ideal that tries to force everything into black and white,
and the landscapes Ive never seen before.
Not just superficial connective
but a pop song that gently embraces
the small loneliness and feelings of powerlessness in everyday life,
while brightly and positively lightening the heart.
May it reach the listeners chests
like a refreshing breeze.