Broken neon signs in the shadows of tall buildings…
Flashy letters on trampled fliers…
Words in many foreign languages… loud voices…
Heat from too many bodies… cats fleeing to the alleyways.
The sky I looked listlessly upon,
Was stained in grey…
I simply… walked.
The strong are but traces of dreams…
But what kind of dream did they see?
Even if I were to lose my way, searching and searching,
Does hope even remain? Where is it?
If you feel a tepid wind, don it as you go forth;
The only one you can trust in is yourself.
Then let us climb these rusting stairs, as far as we can –
Our footsteps will resound throughout!
At the end of that spiral…
The strong are but traces of dreams…
But what kind of future did they see?
We bathe in the strong light,
Overflowing throughout the city, and so doing…
… we’ve already realized how lonely we are.
Search out the answer, no matter how many times it takes!
Seeking warmth, let us go!
You may as well try trusting someone and letting it end in tears –
It’s far more precious than living alone.