A Paradise of Rubble

You are gazing
Perched upon the broken roof
At all of this city
And at all of me
What you like are pretty-coloured clocks
If for you, I would get one
No matter what it takes
I fight
Against that shapeless thing
Just for you I fight
Even the smoke from the factories and the rubble are on your side
Yet your feelings themselves can't escape the opinions of people
We had the same dream, didn't we
You were calling
In the sea, fishes which are
Prettier than any clock shine
Like clouds which float in my heart
You are quietly sleeping, still innocent
If you will give me half that future
The gray and lean hopelessness becomes more and more distant
I fight
Against that shapeless thing
Just for you I fight
And to a sea of paradise not known to anyone
Let us go someday, the two of us
Just we two