湖の彼岸　－向こう岸の街、水面に映った社会、二重写しの自分－

SONG OF THE HIGHEST TOWER

May it come, may it come,
The time of which we'd be enamored.

I have endured so patiently
That I have lost all memory.
My many fears and sufferings
Have taken flight into the skies.
And now the health-destroying thirst
Is darkening my blood and veins.

May it come, may it come,
The time of which we'd be enamored.

Such is the meadowland
Delivered to oblivion,
All overgrown, and flowering
With frankincense and tares,
Amid the frantic buzzing
Of the filthy flies.

May it come, may it come,
The time of which we'd be enamored.