Translated…
The Fireworks at the End of the Year Dissipated
In the Forgotten, Deep Abyss Now
I’d Rushed to Plant a Birch
Before I too Forget
Envisioning it into this, State of Grace
Flowing Freely Like the Wind, Clean like the Clouds
where does it lead??? Not my photo…
Before I Forget My True Love
I Shall, Carve Out the Stones
For it to Become, the Repetitions of Day & Night
For it to Become, that Constantly Overflowing & Receding Tide
Before I Forget the Journeys
I Shall, Finish Up Those Incomplete Trips
Whether it be that I Shall, Get Off at the Far-Off Stations
Or Staying Put, in that Nostalgic Rendezvous
I Shall, Stack Up the Words
Into Fortresses of Poetry
Before I Forgot the Words Completely
So Tight, that the Wind Can Even Pass Through it
Forgetting had, Become This Brand New Sort of
Ignorance and Blank Pages
I’d Become, that Homeless Cloud
Paralyzed in the Skies of the Cities
After That Night I’d Swum Out of the Cabin
Being Cold and Alone, Lost, in the Darkness
This, is a sort of a loneliness, that we all must cope with, because we will all, one day, be gone, and, what, is it that’s, left behind of us??? We are the ones to decide that!