Second Love…early summer, summer love, wind orchid, a world without color, an absurd world, an invisible future, and a volatile, uncertain, complex and ambiguous world. Fifteen nights, a girl's black hair,the straight determination in her dark eyes, the pure, unadulterated armor, perfect and consistent, a world that begins to hatch. New Values, red lightning, sprite, circle of light, Elves, distant lightning,trigger of lightning, provocative,chasm, mutation, resilience, hatching. Night Rainbow, bittersweet, a thought that will never change, no matter what the world becomes. The wandering moon, the key that opens your heart, the keyboard that played so fiercely at that time, an anthem, the promise we made then, reincarnation, what we got and what we lost. The shifting air, twilight, distorted space, a church with a sharply angled roof, elysian, The Catcher in the Rye, a sweet and dangerous scent. Chrysanthemums dance, plums overflow, camellias fall. "What do you do with your talent?”, something in your heart that you can become so absorbed in that you are swept away by it, I think of you in the starry sky. A sudden downpour on the pavement, a fleeting but lovely eternal moment. Thunderstorms signal the end of summer, late summer.

“Just as there is no lining to a single garment of Quercus acutissima,
Her heart is pure,
I guess that makes me miss her even more….” (Manyoshu)