When I look back at life—
The one that is mine but slipping away:
I didn’t know what to do—
I didn’t know what to say.
I would write down later
The words I should have said.
O life of moments and words!
Moments remained in my head.
Big shadow stains the hill.
When I look back at my life:
I must talk to them. I must talk to them.
Insomniac at the window sill.
I didn’t know what to say.
I didn’t know what to do.
I am looking back at myself—
And looking forward to you.