I long for the star streaked sky Of winters past and forgotten youths.
For the cherry blossom moon And the rivers of disillusioned disillusions,
Where our consequences had choices, Like the never fallen thread of unshed tears
I long for the cover of your aura, For the absence of elapsed time,
Where our flaws could flourish freely Without the perception of Sorry's crimes.
I long for the agony of the silence In the hollow of my mind.
I long for the hazy state of bleeding From my ever-changing serpent eyes.
In the stillness of a moment, Not unlike our star streaked sky,
I let the never fallen thread loosen, For I still long for you.