just walking, walking and walking
on a narrow street around the pond in the dark
surrounded by the mountains
so dark that I could see the light of the town behind the mountains
if there were always a truth over something
would you like to see it?
would you like to start over, or leave it alone?
tempting, but I will leave it alone
even if I feel like apologizing to someone
and I walk again as if with no purpose in the foggy rain
even if mud sticks to me
sentimentally mystic euphoria
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can imagine that, it sound a different thing to me to feel, thanks for sharing Sabee_Soul