I wandered all night
In empty streets
Its breath gnawing day by day
is on my nape
In a misty, wet street
Laid down on stones
I touched (her/his) shoulder
I was suddenly shocked
World halted
In your absence
In your absence
That same feeling
That same illusion
The wind;
A compass
I was drifted to its shore
Far from the eyes
Its breath on my nape
In a misty, wet street
Laid down on stones
I touched (her/his) shoulder
I was suddenly shocked
World halted
In your absence
In your absence
That same feeling
That same illusion