These dirty and rainy streets br Weep like a lonely child br And my slightest happiness depends br On seeing you smile. br br Ardent longing, br Like flood-swollen rivers, br In my heart never abates. br br I know there is a man br Who takes your glorious kisses br Mistakenly for granted br When all my dreams converge br Into ecstasies br To merely touch your hand. br br You and I will meet again, br There are a thousand poems to be written, br And even the ancient gods will read them.