To the Night River; Youthful Melancholy
The frozen shadow
Of the lofty building
Falls suddenly,
And wraps me.
Street's footsteps
Shake like tinnitus
Tired people, take me
Toward the night river
I image of death on my breast,
Looking at the building
Which cuts heavens.
And I here sound of fierce wind.
Walk, walk like a rainy dog
Walk, walk like a rainy dog
Youthful
limitless corruption.
Desolated days
Of thoughts wandering.
Unmindful posture.
Word is reticent melancholy.
To sleep I flow and go
Toward the night river
Flowing from one lane to another
I long in agony for
Peple converse on trite stories
I don't know what I'm looking for
Walk, walk like a rainy dog
Walk, walk like a rainy dog
- Tadami Yamada's blog
- Login or register to post comments