城市風景 Cityscape

Translated by Brian Holton  


The city is always the colour of neon
Secret messages hidden there
The pity is only, youíre wearing a mask
No way to know if itís you thatís speaking

Fruit from many different places
Each with its own tale to tell
In newly dressed shop windows
Che rhymes with the latest in shoes

In your little cafes I bump into
Friends I havenít seen in years
Between pickles and green tea porridge
A cup of tea has drunk away a lifetime

Have you any spare change then?
There are plenty of gods on sale in the market
She cherishes the memory of her last lifeís rouge
He likes the celadon green of city dust

So sing me a song then
On the winding midnight street
Yesterday and us, weíve come face to face
But however we try, we can never recall today



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