the sleeper keeps small petals, lined up side by side with a rusty rail
track
I walk in naked feet in a grassland, I look up at random, starry sky without
moon
Panorama of falling stars down pouring, twinkling of many thousands of
light-years.
The Greek mythologies of spargles paint this pure sky of a pale deep blue,
Damp tiptoes, I look at the sky, I walk
leading your hand, inside the dirty palm of your hand.
I don't forget the truly landscape's color you used to love
Nevertheless, now even stardusts are shining too much.
Trembling lover submerged of tears
This fastened hand, of a so sadly warm.
Don't forget the beauty of the future seen in you dream
Group of falling stars, stars vanished, your smile
Blame me of having closed your sky
In this looked up sky, now about what are you thinking ?
Trembling lover submerged of tears
This fastened hand, slender, feeble
Streaming, your tears looks like stars
Now, in this sky filled up, become meteor
Stars are coloring this pure sky,
rail track is wetted by the night fog
On the rusting away sleeper, the 4 petals flowers keep the faddish life
As if fastened hands couldn't let go themselves
As if fastened fingers couldn't let go
High in sky, falling stars are raining incessantly, like an early-summer
rain or a light shower in autumn
On this Earth maniac of cleanliness, I walk in naked feet on the tracks of
this only rail track
Fastened warm hand
The muck palm of your hand
Panorama of falling stars down pouring, I walk on the damp tiptoes
As if fastened hands couldn't let go themselves
As if fastened fingers couldn't let go