外文No.2 Op.11

underneath the purplish red sunset

passing by the town you grow

lantern light reflects on shoes

shoes creak . . . . . .

on the red brick path

wish you run into me

passing by the street you love

here you wander

here you make a pinky promise

here you tickle the rough wall

you swing and make a casual salute

you end up and hold curvy and luscious

wish all is dream, and you wait for me

passing by the Baroque you live

behind the drapes you lie

covered with the reddish blanket

　　something untold happened ......

you melted, you heart-hollowed

as a lost soul,

soaking in the boiling air

wish all is dream, and you listen to me

all is dream,

wish all is dream, along the purplish red sun and fall