Chuya Nakahara. (№ 417817)

Lips open, I interfere with the crowd,
Empty in her heart - no sorrow, no evil?
My head is a lump of earth (is there something wrong here?).
Now I'll sing: la-la-la.
Wet gunpowder of a lonely self,
The Affairs of Our Ancestors and Trade Affairs
Dissolve in the wet lights of the lantern.
That night I will sing: la-la-la.