1.
The city drops sounds beyond and above
Its blue melancholic theme.
And I’m so dispassionately in love
With you… and with him… and with them.
2.
The sounds get melted and frozen again
In this semi-winter air.
And I just don’t care, and don’t have a plan –
The sounds drag me to nowhere.
Chorus:
I would like to drop a tear,
But my eyes are dry.
Well, before I disappear,
May be I should try.
March, 2008