High in the twilight sky
A thin moon above a transmission line
My hope
Is already cut off
Far away
Like a flower garden
Fulfilled and unfulfilled things alike
Just glow
And go up over there 

Then,
On the ground a winter field and
Yellow lights of hospital’s windows
A furrow leading 
To the old you
And a lamp in a parking lot I reach at midnight
There
Future to come and
Warmth I shall go through until then
Gather together
With my loneliness
Hold their breath in darkness
And watch over in silence
And within a circle of 
An electric light
The figure going in a wrong direction