They were in love, in love with morning star!
In love with rainy days!
In love with wandering clouds.
In love with ambiguous crowd…
… In the eyes of days, they crawl-
Towards the faded walls!
The dead, dying, and living lay,
They were dear to someone some day!
The dream of vain, sleeplessness in abyss,
Dream of their loneliness in their bliss!
They’ve been daring, feeble and brave!
Faces soon be covered by the dust of grave.
Towards the direction of faded walls,
They were wounded by bullets, pains or brawls.
They wear a smile on their pale faces.
The hesitant shadow of their childhood grace!! …