Lyric

He walked in haste, a wicked grin

“Anemones must feel good on skin.”

He stroked the page, where ink had bled—

Desire and meaning, softly wed

A shrine of words, a shell of thought

Pain and joy, the truths he caught

A fool, a wolf with eyes awake

Feasting on the roots of ache

From anemone to hidden bloom

He danced inside the dictionary’s womb

One dust is all, one light returns—

Even fleeting love divinely burns

He laughs, he cries, he writes so slow

Between the sacred and the low

Each word he finds, a godly sign

And bodies shimmer in each line

From anemone to hidden bloom

“一姫… and 二太郎,”

The world is myth—both truth and shadow

“No, no, no,” she slyly said

A woman’s wit, where poems tread

With drops of ink and strokes of dew

He traced her curves, both firm and true

Life and lust, so unaware—

A glossary of breath and prayer

From anemone to hidden bloom

He danced inside the dictionary’s womb

One dust is all, one light returns—

Even fleeting love divinely burns

He laughs, he cries, he writes so slow

Between the sacred and the low

Each word he finds, a godly sign

And bodies shimmer in each line

From anemone to hidden bloom

A fool, a sage, a man alone

In “Iso” and “Uki,” his path is shown

The body yearns, the spirit kneels—

Between the float and ache—he heals

From anemone to hidden bloom

He danced inside the dictionary’s womb

One dust is all, one light returns—

Even fleeting love divinely burns

He laughs, he cries, he writes so slow

Between the sacred and the low

Each word he finds, a godly sign

And bodies shimmer in each line

With focused hands, as lovers do

Each touch brings trembling words anew

Even the lighthearted lose their ground—

This is a prayer, not sin profound

From fear to grace, from scorn to might

He walks through pain, through holy night

A song he weaves from flesh and lore

From Iso to Uki—he’s lost no more

From anemone to hidden bloom