PARTING SORROWS

Sitting quietly opposite each other
In a small cafe
We were counting carefully
The seconds and minutes

The flying-pigeon wind bells hanging down the west window
Show melancholic sorrow today
The crip laughing is not heard
The wind is held responsible for leaving without bidding goodbye

The translucent glass is gorgeous
With a red rose floating
Drops of rolling beads sticking to the cheeks
And not tears

With hand in hand
We are describing the scenes on the banks
After the ship sets sail tomorrow
They are but blurred ones in the rain