At the edges of the city, all alone, you
Simply were drawing a map of the Ptolemaic world

Even that uneven, unbelievable scenery, was more honest than reality could be
"If only the world were like this", you laughed with a lonely sort of expression

When I cuddled up, so lonely, yet so gently,
To that picture nobody could possibly understand
The stars that only the two of us could see,
Vividly orbited around the two of us

The you whose heart was worn down by such trivial sorrows,
Was simply too gentle to possibly draw within this world

Every time another color is added to the palette, the color of the pus grows more vivid,
Every time the size of the canvas grows, the shorter the length of my arms felt

The futility that I couldn't seem to do anything about,
And the sky within the picture; only those two remain the same

When I cried to the point I lost my mind,
While embracing that picture nobody could possibly understand,
The stars that only the two of us could see,
Vividly orbited around the two of us