暗湧 [Am Yung] [English translation]

Even when the sky is so deep

That its fissures can't be seen,

Clouds hang low over my brow.

And even when the room's light is so dim

That I cannot be seen,

Your feelings shine bright.

I feel myself sink

As a puff of your smoke raises.

Before, I so wanted to get closer to you

Yet now I feel nothing for your ears, lips, eyes, and heart

There's nothing there I can hold onto.

I'm afraid that the tragedy will play out again.

And that's my fate--

The more beautiful something is, the less I take a chance.

Here in this annoyingly busy city

History repeats itself.

There's no way we can love each other if there's no undercurrents of feelings.

What point is there in cherishing you again?

It's difficult to believe that I wouldn't be embracing you in vain.

I'm quietly waiting for you to tell me to not think about it so much,

Though I've a premonition of how this will go.

And I'll be unable to open my eyes

To see fate coming

And dense clouds again fill the sky.