12. Absolute Loneliness
Though the way is still far from getting back,
That I cannot move my steps to go on,
Caused by the nostalgia that I left there.
For a living language in this country
Of the lonely crowd that … street which I put up a hand, and was able to express my existence does not have an expression
Only as for the shade or the omission whisper of the leaves to rub,
To you who are the modern people who already lost freedom
Romance, only as for the luxury,
The machine which works
The machine which makes money
A machine to use
Both the above and the following are nothing.
When I cut my feelings and merely walks
The mannequin which I met in a street and served
It is … why it resembled with me so…
