Juxtaposed

You find my eyes too small,

perhaps slanted 

in that way you don't like.

And my skin a little too dark.

Americanized, industrialized,

like Tsukamoto's vision of Tokyo--

I am only mortal but

my beauty remains forever.

Like "the phantom of regular size".

Juxtapositions.

Life and death, love and hate.

What is life?

You look at my eyes,

but you don't see me.

At my skin, but do you realize

it's the very thing I'm living in?

You don't find me at all.

I am a beautiful, fresh blossom

hiding far away in Ueno Park.

Look at me, you'll never reach this,

now go back to your darkness.

You won't find me there.

You don't find me at all.

You cannot get through this gate--

You are the one without a home...