Kandagawa

Do you already forget me?
Using that red handkerchief as a scarf,
We went together to that bathhouse down the alley.
I tried to pull you out, but we never left together.
I was always the one left waiting.
My hair got cold while I washed it,
That little bar of soap clattered away.
You held my body close,
And whispered on that cold bed.
Back in those days, nothing scared me,
Just your kindness was what terrified me.
Have you already thrown it all away?
Bought a box of twenty-four crayons,
You drew my portrait, said it looked great,
But it never really looked like me at all.
Under the window flows the Kandagawa,
In that tiny boarding house on Sanjo Street.
You stared at my fingertips,
And asked me to paint something sad.
Back in those days, nothing scared me,
Just your kindness was what terrified me.