A year ago, I saw a wondrous boy (you) strumming a guitar, singing softly
words of love in a little place downtown. Afterward, he walked outside into
the night, gazing up, his head whirled full of stars And Flying, I wondered
what he was thinking. A year later, I see him just outside Mizuna (on
Friday). He wears glinting sunshine hair and blue sky eyes peer out from
his brightest face. He looks and moves like light. Next time I will ask him.