Lyric

Even if comfort is only pretend

If it calms the heart, let it extend

Let it whisper, soft and slight—

We deserve to feel alright

Eat too much? That’s not a crime

Hunger is the urge to climb

Even when our bellies cry

The brain says, “Stay alive.”

From Dazu’s stones to Damascus light

Each page I turn reveals new sight

Gods and generals, fish that change

Strange and stunning—beyond all range

Each word I meet, a truth concealed—

The book begins, the soul is healed

A man in love with brush and ink

Etched his name at paper’s brink

From endless sky to golden throne

Every word, a tale of renown

A friend of mine, wild and bold

Borrowed dreams and paid in gold

Wrapped in sweets, he bowed with grace—

Manners still define our place

The hawk still soars, the power strives

As people climb for higher lives

When truth is lost, we shout “respect”—

To cover what we now neglect

Whispers of Tachikawa Ryu

In sacred nights the world once knew

What was once forbidden, thrives—

A secret flame that stays alive

From Taiwan’s winds to Tasman’s shore

Death’s not the end—it opens doors

A king’s cold tomb, a market’s heat

Each word with beauty and deceit

From Taemon’s grace to Tamamo’s flame

The women rise through ink and name

They say we all have dust to hide—

But dust won’t dance without the light

So let me walk through every page

Where words ignite and souls engage