東京

There’s no such melancholic sight
like that cityscape at night
drowned in pouring summer rain –
an image which will always remain.

Raindrops raise the gaze aloft
where murk clouds lurk, wind and waft
silent flashes light up behind
as water needles pierce night's blind,
flashing up and shooting down,
they make night’s sky in your eyes drown.

Then, the drops tap dusty roofs
to ask the dust to swing its hoofs.
More and more drops join the waltz
and turn it into a river dance.

There, above the dark alleys,
illuminated in neon rays,
rain has set up its own stage
the last dance is what shall be waged,
to waltz their life’s final round,
before they hurl themselves towards the ground.

As rain cries off the city’s paint,
the world reveals a bit its taint,
as water allays the city’s pain –
an image which will always remain.