First of December

December arrived already

as the bubble

inside me burst.

Conscience sounds are

far lagging behind.

Darkness is not a cloak

is able to take in theater

the essential part of the hero.

Forceps Darkness is

pressing force of the most severe.

I need it

anchor, I do not fly

according to the world

evil winds.

Off is the moment

burned lips, separated

each other we are

love, and me.

All hopes are the wind

fly in the midst of the darkness

we fight among ourselves

mime, and I will.

Small spinning top spins on the street

At the beginning of December until the

a little boy to take it, and

hide your school bag in your pocket.