In Congestion

I stand still now alone like a single flower at a riverside.
And now you stand still, just as you are without
refusing anything.

I cannot help feeling your shape, beauty, and strength.
You have captivation.
My existence is petty in comparison with you.
Though I entertain my place,
though no one catches attention to my existence.
There is no help for it.
How wonderful it will be if I could express myself
frankly like you.

Tell me how you always live as you are.
Tell me how you always live strongly.
I hope to show my existence even if
I'm confused with the bustle of the city.
And I hope to be a flower for someone
I stand still now alone.