the two were in a ferris wheel on that autumn night; tempted by the sweet scent of the fragrant olive they dreamt an empty dream
white gleam of the october moon shone brightly on them,
don’t shine on us, he said, over and over,
‘cause you will only see the staindon’t shine on us, she said
‘cause you will only see the filthand inside the ferris wheel the two embraced each other; hiding from the moonlight
and inside the ferris wheel the two were rushing
to leapinto the deep, deep abyss
*English translation of the original poem in Japanese.