You were always alone on the outskirts of the town
Drawing the sky of the geocentric theory
The bizarre and unbelievable scenery was more honest
Than any reality, and you smiled with a lonely face
Saying “It would be nice if the world were like this”
Next to the painting that no one understood
When we leaned together, lonely and peacefully
The stars that only we could see
Vividly revolved around us
You, wearing down your heart with trivial anxieties
Were too gentle to paint on this Earth
As the colors increased on the palette, the color of pus became vivid
And as the canvas size expanded, my own hands felt short
The emptiness that couldn’t be helped
And the sky of the painting remained as it was then
Holding the painting that no one understood
When we cried until our minds went mad
The stars that only we could see
Vividly revolved around us