at 9th avenue crossroad
I placed a black stone
where you'd laid yourself
where I'd seen you last



at outskirts crossroad
I placed a black picture
with savant girl like you
with concrete kids like you



today's soup I made for you
will be on someone's table
now you have nothing and nothing
it reminds me of your childhood



at amber color crossroad
I place few black flower
seeking for savant girl eye
picking up concrete kid voice


at unnamed sad crossroad
I place my all coins
you said you never want it
you said you want nothing


mustard soup I made for you
many cups of soup you took
now you have nothing and nothing
and I think it's not bad scene



at 9th avenue crossroad
I lay me on black stone
a button falls from shirt
you looks so cold and sad


mustard soup I made for you
will be on someone's table
now you have nothing and nothing
it reminds me of your childhood
now you never have even a cup
you looks so cold and sad