An old elephant’s tears,
Yes, of course, it's unable to bear!
You know, something like,
A lost sailor in a dead ocean,
No waves, no winds,
Just a grave, grim stagnant motion,
Too grave to hear, too grim to care.

Bear this motion for so long,
The whole civilization
Has simply gone extinct,
From the mind, the mind
Which once was ‘fabulous,’
And held an entire nebula.

But has now completely gone off,
Gone off probably from everything!

Standing at that point of limitless dark,
My eyes are full of tears,
With an old elephant’s tears.
Yes, of course, it's unable to bear!

Honey, you can go now.
Find someone who has good health
and a lot of money.
He can give you a comfortable life
as well as a pleasurable one.

I can live with the memories
you gave me. I can.

If you feel you need me
at any time during your life,
you will find me, if I’m not dead.

Maybe I won’t give you good food.
Maybe I won’t give you any pleasure.
But you’ll have a skinny shoulder to cry on.

I will wipe your tears with
my t-shirt that looks like a napkin.
You can go now,
to someone who is worthy of you.

Oh Rain! Comes to me
And drenches me,
drenches me so deeply
that I can feel I’m a tree.

Come and kiss my lips
And say, “Still I'm yours.”

Or come to my grave,
Plant a tree,
And kiss a leaf,
And say, “I will be yours.”

It’s drizzling, the sky is covered
with dense clouds,
though it’s autumn.
I’m walking on the dark road,
a wet road.
The clock has touched
almost the middle of the night.

I put my left hand on my chest
and feel the heartbeat.
Walking and thinking.
Thinking about the perspective
of walking in the middle of the night
under the rain with a few street dogs.

– I won’t mind,
If you are a moss-green butterfly,
Hovering on a cannabis flower,
In a night where everything
Is awfully, bluish silent.
And get your inspiration
To deal with the next morning
In a decent way. It seems
Everything is fine, and it’s okay.