City dreams under

When I looked at you
eyes hot-gold, directly,
honestly, and told you I
believed in you, you
Did you go behind my back
to live Shinjuku dreams?

When I spoke to you
painting with your lips
wax coffee lids the
colors of young wonders
Did you want to live and
smile under neon starlight?

I hope you're happy, really
happy in your life. I'm not
so sure in mine and
my
own Tokyo dreams
died
with my heart in a white box
paralyzed.
paralyzed.

Live and be free, and live
those dreams. Someday
again, let us meet.