紅が咲き

椰子は炎を纏い

夜、目覚める

碧の影

迷いの波間に

心澄みわたる

Night wears a quiet smile—

a whisper slips into shade,

still unnamed it lingers.

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Crimson blooms ignite — palms draped in molten fire, the night rouses awake.

Turquoise shadows fall — amid the waves of wandering, clear the quiet heart.

夜の微笑

影へと溶ける

名も知らず