The Ocean Against Our Legs
I heard a voice calling through the village noise, and I'm going thereA place without a shred of elegance, where shining billboards and forests of telephone poles block the skyYou are living there
The tank rumbles down the road, toy soldiers, growling watchdogs are everywhereThe sounds of explosions strike our eardrums and vanish off somewhereIt looks like it's about time
The smell of gunpowder, the smell of lifeThe beach is already full of peopleMaybe we can cross the water, to the far shoreI took your hand
The water's surface looks the color of death as we advanceAlready even the warmth of us two isn't enough... I'm scaredThe clouds covering the sky are dyed by the evening sun, butAll I can see is mud-covered cottonThere isn't a single "beautiful thing" in sightAnywhere around us
You've caught a cold, and have a fever, let's rest for a spell on that islandOn the rocks of the beach, I lay you down, and stagger away alone
The darkness of night falls
The stories that the people of ancient times etched into the skyI read those stories to you, although you were already asleep
I felt like I would be sucked into the overly vast nothingness of spaceHere there are no noises that split my ear... I'm tiredI lost sight of the way back, and I don't know where I'll go from hereThere was only the ever-expanding ocean of fear and unease
If you don't open your eyes, what should I do?