The Goldfish of Kyoto: A Pulse in a Still City
I have spent three years chasing horizons that never seemed to end,
Traveler’s Log
The Velvet Chord of a Salt-Washed Heart
I had spent three years chasing the neon pulse of Tokyo, my
The Indigo Hour Between Two Hearts
I have walked a thousand miles through cities that never sleep, chasing
Azure Echoes in a Concrete Labyrinth
I have spent years drifting through cities that breathe neon and exhale
Neon Pulse in a Concrete Heartbeat
I have spent years drifting through cities that breathe neon and exhale
The Mint-Hued Silence of a Summer Noon
I left the city with nothing but a suitcase of linen and
The Neon Pulse of a Quiet Heart
I have walked through cities that never sleep, carrying the weight of
The Quiet Harbor of a City Heartbeat
I have spent years chasing horizons that always seemed to retreat just
The Amber Hour in a City of Glass
I have spent three years chasing horizons that never quite stayed still,
Golden Hour in a Concrete Wilderness
I have chased sunsets across seven time zones, but I never knew
The Scent of Cherry Blossoms and Unspoken Promises
I have spent three years chasing horizons across six continents, my heart
The Frost That Melted Under Neon Lights
I have spent years drifting like a winter gale through concrete canyons,
