Now I’m limping along
The outskirts of town
On a black railroad, printed with a misalignment
The lights in the children’s hospital are dim
Before the portrait appears in the middle of the night
Somewhere the rails are rusted
I miss the dry clouds of dust
In the orange color of eternity
Countless crows come to me
Before the portrait laughs in the middle of the night
Passing by a small candy store
A glass wind pierces my cheeks
From someone’s house, the sound of a girl’s piano
Looking up at the stars is terrifying
The portrait stares at me in the middle of the night
僕は今片足をひきずって
街のはずれを歩いている
印刷ずれした黒い鉄路
小児科医院の灯りは暗い
真夜中の似顔絵描きが現われないうちに
どこかで鉄が錆びている
乾いた砂ぼこりが懐かしい
永遠のだいだい色の中に
何匹もカラスがやってくる
真夜中の似顔絵描きが笑わないうちに
駄菓子屋が今を越えて
ガラスの風ほほにつき刺さるよ
誰かの家少女のピアノの音
星を見るのは怖すぎるよ
真夜中の似顔絵描きが僕を見ている
Entry No. 1 
You never cease to teach me something. I like how you handle lines straightforward, while still managing to strike the artistic nuance. A glass wind piercing cheeks is a good example of this.
Posts with song links are fun because you can listen along.