Open book, golden rays
Dust floats slow through the quiet haze
One chair waits, wooden and worn
Same old spot I’ve loved since I was born
Coffee stains and dog-eared lines
Stories drift between the pines
On the sunny side library table
Time turns soft, and thoughts feel stable
Notes in margins, mind at ease
Curtains dance with the passing breeze
Paper sighs beneath my hand
A thousand lives I understand
Through window glass, the branches lean
Whispers in a daydream scene
Sunlight paints a chapter’s end
Every moment feels like a friend
On the sunny side library table
Time turns soft, and thoughts feel stable
Notes in margins, mind at ease
Curtains dance with the passing breeze
静かな午後、ページがめくれる音だけ
心がここに帰ってくる
On the sunny side library table
Life feels quiet, calm, and able
Dreams between the words I read
And everything I truly need
Just me and the light,
In this library’s heartbeat...