I am deadlocked in the certainty
That this immaculate moment
Will overshadow the infinite dark.
The ringing in my ears
Will one day fade to black,
And the people on the walls
Will dissolve back into paper.
If I may have the audacity–
Let not this the lover be–
So that I may watch this
Overshadowing for a bit longer.
I can’t finish anything I start.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem