In the night market

It's
cold, just dark, a little raining.

Rush
hour, full cabs, the offices are pouring.

It's
never boring in the night city Taipei,

the
nerves are released in the evening Friday.

It's
loud just crowd neon starts shining.

Briefcase,
high heels, the street is squirming.

It's
never boring in the night city Taipei,

the
night market is full in the evening Friday.

Hey
you must try this necklace of silver!

Yo
we let's have that fries of oyster.

The
vendors sing, vivo e allegro.

The
walkers dance, largo e adagio.

Then
he walks in as in a motion slow.

The
noises fade, the lights hide its glow,

Following
the bodies and rewinding his thought,

He
stares at the words between his eyes and his toes.

“She
left... Let go...”