Rinka
THE ORAL CIGARETTES
Rinka
With my frozen hands, I sketch
Fleeting premonitions and hopes
Even memories still
In this world like this
Next to the flower that bloomed by the exchange of life
I end up searching for everything blindly
In the changing cityscape
The lights that have started to glow
The impulse to greet them
And the echoes of the bustling noise
I align my steps as I run
Towards the future
The endless reality
And the fading illusion
Why don’t we know what will disappear, yet we again
Reach the end of these invisible premonitions
Have we been carrying the weight of our sins?
Where is the future?
With my frozen hands, I sketch
Fleeting premonitions and hopes
Even memories still
In this world like this
Next to the flower that bloomed by the exchange of life
I end up searching for everything blindly
In the notebook that opened at night
There were things that girl had hidden
She must have wanted to show us
The beautiful bouquet she gathered at the end
As if making a wish
With my frozen hands, I sketch
Fleeting premonitions and hopes
Even memories still
In this world like this
Next to the flower that bloomed by the exchange of life
I end up searching for everything blindly
The voice I prayed with
The tomorrow I prayed for
If I find you, who has life
Let’s live in the now
Even that simple thing, I couldn’t do
I was just standing still.