Lovers in Japan. (Osaka Sun)

I wake up to a young mercury morning, rising on the horizon…

Oh electric glow, incandescent the clouds with warm reception.

I want to view the reflection that reflects your enticing complexion.

Reign the mistaken raiment that rains with patience,

and reveal the true anatomy that hides behind the entity of your identity.

Feed the earth, the energy it needs to breathe…

Electric lips, your tongue sparks a cosmic discharge, with a taste of thunder.

And I wonder… have I been struck by lightning, again?

You’re the morning I dream of waking up to.

You’re the dream of the morning I wake up from…

Wake up, Osaka Sun. Time to rise/shine.

Let’s be lovers in Japan…