White Diary

Until this love burns out
And transforms into a shooting star
Stay near me and smile
Enough that it’ll bloom unseasonably
Inside every unending day
I’m going to swim through those times when I don’t know
I’ll just fool around with you
Like a dandelion

Embrace all the tenderness
That will blossom forth
Embrace all the regret
That won’t stop raining down
It’s going to run away
Leaving only me behind
The rain in these hands which I stretched forth

The white diary, remaining unfinished
On its pages, my thoughts overflowed and blurred together
The remnants of spring are the smell of a sunny spot
Memories of dandelions
Swaying in the wind

Through a round window
I’m always seeing your shadow
Beloved and detested
I can’t hand it over to anyone
I gnaw at the fingers which recorded the slander
Of a rusted night
Dye the unfilled emptiness with a sigh

Before these broken-seeming pupils are dirtied
Before this supple body withers away
This time will stop and become eternity
The love in these hands I hid

I’ll become the wind
And you’ll become a butterfly
A flower garden which continues
To the other side of the rainbow
That’s painted in heaven in pastel colours
Memories of dandelions
Swaying in the wind

Embrace all the tenderness
That will blossom forth
Embrace all the regret
That won’t stop raining down
The red in these hands you seized
At the edge of a happiness which seemed to drown us

The white diary, remaining unfinished
Its last page is going to be dyed in blood
Memories of dandelions swaying in the wind
In our world without guilt or punishment

Until this love burns out
And transforms into a shooting star
Stay near me and smile
Enough that it’ll bloom unseasonably