Donten

Lead-colored sky
Heavy and drooping
The sun, drunk on pure white
Shatters
Piercing my ears

Whizzing, whizzing
A low swallow
Tracing a figure-eight
Racing through the valley of buildings
The evening shower is imminent

On the cloudy path
Forgetting her umbrella
She walks
Afraid of the rain
So I
Hanging my cowardice
Look up at the sky

Here and there
Skillful guidance
Depending on the coffee shop
Once we take a break
We can't go back, won't go back

On the cloudy path
Strolling aimlessly
The two of us walk
Like foot soldiers
Carelessly
Pretending to be someone
Among the merchants

On the cloudy path
Forgetting her umbrella
She walks
Afraid of the rain
So I
Hanging my cowardice
Look up at the sky