Text for turn around
12/16/2011
Text for turn around
Most people were dispersed. And I stayed alone. An old man whispers. A gloomy spectacle does not tell the future. The storm in the cracked bottle. The clock which minces time slowly. The clouds which flow distantly. An old man thinks that it gets cold tonight. And he closes his eyes calmly.
ひとりを除く6人がその場から立ち去ったと老人は呟く。その陰鬱な光景が未来を語ることは無い。ひび割れた硝子壜の中を吹き荒れる嵐。重い足取りでゆっくりと時を進める時計。遠く流れる雲。今晩は冷え込みそうだと老人は思う。そして静かに目を閉じる。
ラベル: Micropop
