We have lost even this twilight.

　　No one saw us this evening hand in hand

　　while the blue night dropped on the world.

　　I have seen from my window

　　the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

　　Sometimes a piece of sun

　　burned like a coin in my hand.

　　I remembered you with my soul clenched

　　in that sadness of mine that you know.

　　Where were you then？

　　Who else was there？

　　Saying what？

　　Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly

　　when I am sad and feel you are far away？

　　The book fell that always closed at twilight

　　and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

　　Always， always you recede through the evenings

　　toward the twilight erasing statues.