The festival waiting for sunrise

 

 

Pressing all my heart,

Converging my lumps of fire,

 

I was waiting for you.

 

Expecting the moment

when your vague trace was shown,

 

I was towering up,

As doing my best for the sake of my death.

 

The head was lightly toward the high sky.

The tail was separating the suppressive air

with all terrible speed as much as the darkness was scared.

 

As soon as I saw your foggy smile,

The flames in me burst up.

The delight in my heart echoed around.

 

However,

The suspension of the moment was not long,

My exhaustion, just like your vagueness

came down,

and scattered a number of small lights.

 

The sound of cheers being heard far away,

though I was falling down

without a sound, without a speech and without a strength.

 

People yelled out a cheer

toward the small lights.

 

The small lights

to be thrown again for you some day.