I liked the life of window walking
Night drinking 'til a morning crow greets
A peaceful stroller in Shibuya's golden hour
Communication has gotten so much
Easier with inventions by web men
There's so much more fun to be made
Yet I can't help but think
Tokyo lights don't seem quite like they used to
And the moon is a different shade
And all the colours have changed
Even if appearing the same
I am lost in the crossroads
And I am lesser in love, and in love
But as I stare up at all these
Winding lights and whirls
There be a flower being in the midst and
There be a shower of hope upon my being!
I just remind myself and I must be clear
And obey my words in which wisdom is found:
Don't forget to smile
Too many moons have passed without such joy
Don't forget to smile
Madly into the coming traffic
Don't forget to smile
Madly at every eye that wanders by
Waving my hand all but a sudden gust of
Wind passes my face
And I am uplifted within and now we are
Looming over a lake with a low fog and a
Bright figure slowly hovering above the mist
She had found the fairest light
And she is smiling right into me
And I smile back effortlessly
Then she be a shadow
As she disappears into the footstep din
And my boat is empty
But then suddenly I see
She be standing by a window
And glances back
Maybe we can find that river
Which flows towards the sea of ancient waves
And flower beings, beyond the weeping trees
So stood there on the crossroads
I tell myself again
Don't let your boat be empty
Don't be a sunken dream
Don't let your boat regret thee
For what you could have seen