2 a.m. on the Nawarat Bridge

The city sleeps as I cross

I wonder how many people I am

My heart shifts like the changing lights

Glinting on the river below

One winding river with a thousand gleams

The night wind breathes sorrow as I pass

The grief of the world presses in

A million sorrows from a million lives.

How many griefs can one heart carry?

How many days does one tear live?

How many people can one person be?

2 a.m. on the Nawarat Bridge

The city sleeps as I cross

I wonder how many people I am.