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fluttering scales or a fish, flowing things are forgotten
beyond the glass I watch you cry
when a careful sigh becomes cloudy the fingertips'
love doesn't reflect back to you

the lips' movement, play the song of love
me, too, mimic singing
became a disappearing bubble

if you laugh you show only beautiful tears drained pleasantly
even so, your smiling face is the future
of pairing happiness; I stare at you
but the night of one
glass shoes with waltz
I dance with you, sing, and disappear with the bubbles

inside of you and, yet missing
breathing too, flickering too, forgetting loving too

In the dreams we can meet again even if it boils the
extent of happiness, and the eyelids were closed.