For calm sleep.

For the sweet end.

For the instability place.

For the passed people.


I will pray tonight.


It will rain. A wind will blow. There will be darkness.

The moon will not disappear.


Though I know, I know.


Neither a heavy headache nor a severe quarrel can tear me off from here.

Such a part,only such a part ,has not changed since when I was children.


Do you still remember having bound me to the horrible story and the dark

lumber room?

Though I was scolded and slapped,I was captured of deep darkness.


I know the warmth of the room where I slipped out.

I know the sharpness of the needle of the broken clock.


There is no necessity in my hand.

What kind of the feeling that yearn for and weep all night ?

All of the things in my hand is unnecessary.

Until a scare and shudder made me lose me.


For calm sleep.

For the sweet end.

For the instability place.

For the passed people.


Tonight.


Until I lost me...