These news stories here will never end,
And your novels will be written someday.
The strings are getting torn in pieces,
The poems are becoming strange
On the eve of the tsunami season.
And this city will stay
As mysteriously loved,
The girls like this
Are disappearing in it,
And we are to stay in it
Alone for the night.
To peek into the splits of darkness, to wink (at each other),
For hearts to pound (to each other) across the sky.
The directions do not matter any more,
The names of the flowers are not important,
Wrapped into the mist forever.
And this city will stay
As mysteriously loved,
The girls like this
Are disappearing in it,
And we are to stay in it
Alone for the night.
And this city will stay
As mysteriously loved,
The girls like this
Are disappearing in it,
And we are to stay …