Nocturnal horses gallop past over the streetlights
Sorrowful sound is omnipresent
I sit at the corner of the century
A cup of hot coffee: stadium
A soccer game is on
Spectators jump up and turn into crows

O, the failed scandal
Is like the morning sun

Aging is like climbing high
Bringing me to a higher storey
The sage amid clouds beats the drum
The fishing boats sew seas
Please fold this moment up along the line of the horizon
Let the corn stay close to the stars

God's despairing arms
Turn around on the watch face

Translation: Tao Naikan and Simon Patton