Music's memory holds me strong,
A cutting current owns my bones.
Like a hoarder of aged bodies,
Giving up his dead to dignity-less
exposure.
Unnerving flash of white,
A blunt sword buried within all
Gives itself up with decomposure.
I didn't know you were inside me.
Disovled of myself those empty sticks,
Are all that I've left.
Ippon, nihon, sanbon.
Memories I didn't know I had,
Bind me to you.
Through old man's eyes I see,
My death reflecting,
Our second youth.
That we can never go back is clear,
So let's go on 'cause the future's all
we've got.
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