Faces Faces we see once, That we’ll never see Again. On a train, In a street market. How do we go on So casually, Knowing that That was The last time? Maybe it is A very old man’s. He’ll die soon, We think. Or Maybe it is A little girl’s. You think how She’ll survive you. It doesn’t matter. Old or young. Beautiful or ugly. Notice how, when You see a new face, You accept it. Unimaginable before, You say to yourself, “Of course, this one.” Your face too. Countless many Have looked at you For the last time And gone on living. They’ve forgotten Your face And you theirs. This is what you share.
Faces
Faces
Faces
Faces Faces we see once, That we’ll never see Again. On a train, In a street market. How do we go on So casually, Knowing that That was The last time? Maybe it is A very old man’s. He’ll die soon, We think. Or Maybe it is A little girl’s. You think how She’ll survive you. It doesn’t matter. Old or young. Beautiful or ugly. Notice how, when You see a new face, You accept it. Unimaginable before, You say to yourself, “Of course, this one.” Your face too. Countless many Have looked at you For the last time And gone on living. They’ve forgotten Your face And you theirs. This is what you share.