Thoughts that are faded
never seem to end.
In the misty cafes
where all but you was hated,
the lamplight shown still and jaded.
Alone now I am to survive
And fend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the lamplight shown still and jaded.- -sets the atmosphere both for cafe and for thoughts- looking forward to reading more from you