Under the Stony Sky
( the modern city elegy)

Under the stony sky
You may recall your life is done,
You may regret your spring is gone
Because the winter is so nigh.

Under the stony sky
So many people are squeezing in vain,
So many faces are wrapped in cellophane
In this city under the pallid sky.

Under the stony sky
Human hearts are made of plastic
And their souls are merely rustic
Built with jealousy and lie.

Under the stony sky
In the suburbs of the day
Both the demon and the angel play
In the flare light of the helpless sky.

Under the stony sky
Your eyes will never meet a bluebird
Of the true love and the true word
Above the city flying high.