A few raindrops fell upon the glass.
For you, a sudden longing I felt.
We both live in the same city,
Yet see each other so rarely, so seldom.
And it struck me as somewhat strange
How this autumn, this morning arrived.
Skies dimmed, without storks in flight,
And rains without a rainbow inside.
And Heraclitus’s old saying
Came to my mind, strangely today:
“The awakened share the same world,
But the sleepers drift each on their way.”
In what dream have we fallen so deep
That we cannot awaken at all?…
A few raindrops fell upon the glass,
And for you, I felt a sudden longing.
