Always on the outskirts of the city, all by yourself
You were drawing the sky of the Ptolemaic Earth
The unlikely and strange scenery is
More honest than any kind of reality
"Don't you wish the world was like this,"
You laughed, with a solitary expression
When we cuddled together lonely and peacefully
Close to that art that no one can comprehend
The stars that only the two of us could see
Were vividly revolving around us
You, who wears your own heart down by trivial sorrow
Were too gentle to draw in this world
Each time you add color to the palette
The color of pus becomes more vivid
Each time the size of the canvas grew wider
Your own arms felt shorter
Only the emptiness that was hopeless
And the sky of your art remain as they once were
When I cried to the point I lost my mind
I held the art that no one can comprehend alone
The stars that only the two of us could see
Were vividly revolving around us