The fate.
The rain cloud which brought a squall passed over a head, and new sunlight has begun to fall.
Light of a day reflects in summer clothes and is very dazzling.
The brightness seems to show our ahead.
The thing which nothing turns into has neither row of houses along a city street fruit nor a road sign nor a dream to have.
A human heart is easy to change all the more.
You and I hurt the friendship and love badly by mistake and encouraged each other and reached today's separation.
I trail a stained body and heart, and we leave for separate places today.
Though I do not understand whether overflowing tears are patheticalness or delight, I shine almost as same as sunlight beautifully.
The extremely beautiful clear blue sky which each all is separate in the place wishing that we want to arrive most all over the world and pictures in a heart is the place that there is.
I often leaned on wire netting of a parking lot and had a long talk with you.
I hummed a popular song many times and disobeyed adults.
Whenever I froze together in that way till the morning glow visited it, and morning came, we resembled it, and it was it to an adult.
In the other side of the downright morning glow, do different world and oneself who grew up wait?
I hold such an expectation in a chest, and we leave for separate places now.
It was self-assertion to treat oneself in a disorderly manner.
And it was one step to an adult.
We loved oneself after all.
I think that it can be it to the strong human being whom I rely nobody, and can live if I get possible to love oneself from the bottom of heart in acknowledgment of the fact a little.
I am enough just to have noticed it to be proud of oneself.
I will walk against the light that oneself believes straight severely flexibly from now on.
The night when I am the saddest in the world will be the night when oneself lost sight of a pleasant partner.
I remember the night well.
Nobody was believed, and I got rid of oneself and had a feeling that I was got rid from anyone, and I was alone, and morning cried by car.
Refuse you whom there is near.
All our futures seem to be uneven apples.
It is pushed the brand that all is out of a standard and resists a standard named the world.
But the resistance is flip of the feeling that wants to be accepted.
However, we child always lacked words and stamped my foot on the ground in the fret that did not have you share it, and it seemed to be the baby whom it fawned, and cried.
In the morning when I cried all night long, a weather satellite shows the earth going away.
I come to feel lost very.
However, when there were both you and me on this small blue star, I learned strange relief.
A person and a beast and a bird and a fish are the friends whom there is on the valuable earth without this substitute even if they leave it no matter how distantly.
Loneliness is the delusion that oneself brought about.
Because because we are surrounded for so a lot of benefits and live.
But it is very difficult I join by a hand, and to exchange words.
What we understand is impossible, and we are near so that there is it so near.
It is sad and wishes that we want to remain in childhood and refuses that I mature into an adult.
Though we are the evidence that became an adult, from the moment when I refused adults, I am not going to recognize it.
I feel loneliness for the freedom that I obtained and look for somebody who can always rely.
And I mistake love for dependence, and we are hurt still more deeply.
The most far-off place is the Utopia that we picture in one's heart in the world.
It is heaven convenient for oneself whom there is not in the world.
I look for heaven that there cannot be, and we live desperately and die.
The life is repetition of empty skidding.
I am going to make search for, a place to die even if I understand that I am so whether it is request, where that can be relieved whether we are pleasant whom.
In search of something which there is not, we never give it up and repeat transmigration.
It is life circulation ignominious beautifully.
It is the spell that it was given from God, and it is a blessing.
The fate that it is not escaped will fight as hard as possible.
I struggle desperately and will resist you.
I will resist oneself who seem to give it up who cries even to whom.
With that alone a meaning to live is enough.
Keeping brightness.
I merely expect only 1 from you.
The dream that you draw should have only nothing.
You live for a selfish beck and call and, towards one only dream, want you to live without losing yourself.
You continue running toward the far far-off horizon.
Wind of dusk brushes your dirty cheeks in blood and sweat and sand kindly.
I want to suffer from the wind.
But I hug one dream, and flap in sky with the beginning on.
Do not shed tears for me by any means.
Do not lose brightness of eyes like a boy.
Let me keep the dream that you retain to eyes.
I support you, and protect it sometime; I do not see it; want to come to it-like.
I sometimes think.
What do you advance towards?
What can you prick so you with?
It is sure that there is not a purpose with me.
I do not mind even it.
Nobody can be hurt, and let me protect you who show one's wound nobody.
In sky which does not change from the beginning, I have a dream, and flap.
Do not fog up shining eyes given from the sky at a born moment.
I follow you so that I do not see it and wrap you up.
I watch it not to injure a wing of your dream.
I want to become a shadow I support you, and to protect.
It needs not to be noticed you.
Thanks from you are not necessary.
I want to merely protect you.
You may usually forget me.
But when it is hot, I remember me, and call him to come.
I rush to the place where you are anywhere anytime.
Even if you come across any kind of difficulty, I am going to never stop step.
With shining eyes like a boy, I stare at only the front and continue running.
Let me protect you.
I want to become love I support you, and to keep.
At this moment, I will promise to you now.
I am wind to protect you, and it is a shadow, and to continue being love itself.
I am dazzling and, with my eyes which have clouded over, cannot look you in the face.
But I always feel your sign.
And I watch you.
I will rush for you anywhere anytime.
It is the meaning that I live for.
Keeping brightness of your eyes.
Kiss you once again.
Your hand which I caught in the height of summer when I was dazzling was white and was flexible and has arrested my feeling adversely.
Among lively crowds, our love grew up secretly.
We poured all the passion that I controlled so far and loved.
Mind and body discussed each other's hearts without being afraid of the feeling that would be stained together.
The eyes that you were wet early in the morning of the summer when it rained saw me off.
You sent me out silently to demand nothing.
I retraced you who were admirable so as to be sad and hugged it and wanted to kiss once again.
We met again immediately.
I hesitated, and our heart did not have fear anymore, too.
The hot love did not cool down at all till an autumn sign approached.
We huddled up and walked the town which had begun to be deserted.
But we knew it.
There being a big dream granted only at a different place each other.
Its meaning our separation.
And most not being left in time needed together us.
Though I added to intensity to burn, as for the feeling such as the opened ground, the days when we cannot meet reality began.
Nothing said an ease and solace to us each other.
Probably I did not do the promise that would be broken either.
Our love was already a light before wind.
I drew you who passed each other accidentally on a way close, and I wanted to kiss once again.
You visited my room in a manly way to add an end to our love that had completely lost weight when a cold wintry wind raged.
The passion that declined recurred, but you decided parting.
You made cooking for the first time in my room.
It is totally the Last Supper.
I made a calm smile contrary to heart and declared that I did not regret this encounter.
You made a smile resolutely, too and toasted it in celebration of a start to each other's dreams at the same time to be separation.
When I persuaded oneself when this was the best measures, and I was able to open a glass, I noticed it when it was really in the last.
You wetted pants and said good-bye and left my room in a resolute manner.
I saw you off over a window without I pretended to be tough, and going out of a room.
When some your backs which grew straight became forward bending and got in a car, you looked back towards me once.
Your delicate body and delicate features revived in my mind at a stretch.
I went out in pursuit of you without standing.
However, the car which you got into already went away, and only lukewarmness of an engine was left.
Dependence drew back, and, in exhaust gas, I remembered you.
I was beyond cure, but I wanted to already kiss you once again.
Flowing of time.
You were completely tired and cried if you hated even living.
I play a song of a memory on one hand with a broken piano.
A sound of breath sounded for you than a sound of a piano greatly.
Both the body and a heart entrust it in passing time, and woman and man fall into hell while drifting in the world.
It is felt that it is happy if same as you.
You comply with me; say, and amuse itself, and warm a cool body.
Though I can get over if it is the wound that stuck to a body, a serious wound of a heart cannot readily heal it.
I stared at the ring which cut into the left third finger and you remembered old days and appeared and cried.
I entrust mind and body in time to pass, and we continue drifting by the world.
If I mind nobody's eyes, and we were able to love, scenery opening outside a window tries to change and will be seen.
We can love for a heart so much simply because we cannot love magnificently.
We may have divorced if we came so.
This thought that I can say nobody is a secret only for two us.
Therefore I can love so much.
I make an excuse desperately.
You do not stop tears stubbornly.
I cannot start an answer to present me whether I am unhappy whether this situation is happy.
It merely letting you cry to be reliable.
And there be it れを happiness and oneself who think.
It will be what and self-centered love.
I do not make a mistake in a partner if we become it, and how do we get possible to love well in when?
This love that I cannot promise to God fades with progress of time and will lose.
However, I never forget it.
Having loved you.
This passion that I betrayed an ethic, and loved you.
I am proud and live till I turn into regret sometime.
Only a flow of time knows our future.
Do it without permission.
I toss about in a place by the wall and feel your sign over a back.
After all you leave my room.
You make an excuse saying that it was not only a bad thing to yourself and scrape up a memory to be scattered in all over the room.
And I packed a small bag with all of them.
Our memory has been settled surprisingly small.
You find your happiness and should become happy if you do not remember me after leaving.
I return to my cause anytime, and come if I found regrets to me in your heart.
Let me dress in cool at least at parting.
While I pretend to have slept, I want you please to leave.
I hold the bottle which bourbon was in in an arm, and I stand by a window at a night.
Then I see that you walk with doubtful steps.
It dried up to call out to with good-bye; because feel, bye-bye is cold, and I will send you out.
I joked and did not annoy you.
I was embarrassed for words of love.
Because the room where you are not became too desolate, I sound music by a loud crash at night, and I will joke until morning.
It is a one man show without a spectator.
I live in a one man show successively all the time from now on.
Because there is not you.
Come bak to me.
When I drew you close to me, I always smelled just washed from your hair.
The fragrance was a fragrance of totally too young fruit.
We of those days believed that it was grown by all means in the future.
I "like the movie which was sepia".
A gentle, sad story of us when you said so because became you well, and borrowed an old video, empathized, and got cheeks wet with tears, and pushed cheeks of wet you towards me.
Though we were very poor and were not endowed, we were surely happy in those days.
There is a small hole on my chest after you disappeared, and a cold draft blows from there.
It is only breath and warmth for you that is filled up the hole.
I can substitute nothing else.
Therefore my heart is always cold.
I want you to nurse my heart with your smile once again.
Please come back to me.
I may never love somebody to be I filling.
I noticed only after I lost you.
To me only as for you a love anyone.
Because I was too young, we left it and noticed your preciousness because we got old.
Is it already late?
I want you to come back once again.
I never injure you this time if I do so it and do not get it.
I bury a draft of my heart, and send it.
Because I take care of all your cold and warm you all the time and promise it to value it.
I want you to grant this empty wish.
If my wish comes true, any kind of God is good in a shooting star.
Let me start it again with me once again.
Let I come back and start it again.
Because I promise to never make it cold to you.
Calling.
Do you hear the voice that I invite you to?
Do you hear it now?
Time passed in no time after we met you, and Mami can come to have watched nothing now.
Scenery of this town changed, too.
All changed, and both you and I have changed.
However, there is still us together.
Something joins my heart together with you.
I always mind each other in the evidence.
It seems to be drawn out to a totally strong magnet.
Because we freeze together if I notice, and laugh innocently.
If there is it with you strangely; any kind of; an unpleasant thing can think small.
If you are in this place, I come back by all means.
I accept you.
You accept me by all means, too.
A pure feeling causes us.
We always hear a voice to cause each other.
Even if it becomes rare for only anything to remember it without distance with you is separated from me, and each other's faces showing it, I need you, and the reason that never forgets each other is for you to need me.
But it is only it.
Besides, any reason is unnecessary.
When there is it with you, I can be sent back to me who am true.
Work so as you.
It is the time when it is bright it understands it fast than I use words, and to toss it then.
In the time when I am very bright and am happy, it will be repeated till now from now on in that time.
A promise is needless among us.
But it is enough only that each other lives.
With that alone I can live.
Till death do us part.
However, we will surely feel each other even if death visits whichever of us.
By the heart that passed the five senses.
I can haer your calling.
Good morning!
他人に寝顔を見られるのって何より怖くて嫌いだった
不思議だね
あなたに見守られて眠るのはこんなにも気持ちがいいなんて
あなたが髪を撫でる
わたしの背中を抱く
あなたの胸と腕にわたし包まれてとても安心してぐっすり眠れた
こんなの初めて
安らぎの意味をやっと知ったよ
朝目覚めても余韻は続き
朝日に幸せを感じる
死にたかった昨日が
嘘のように生きてる
お寝坊のあなたの為
美味しい珈琲を淹れよう
走ってバゲットを買って来よう
即席のマーマレードを作ろう
わたしこんなに前向きだったっけ
でもねとっても幸せなの
あなたの笑顔が見られるなら
わたし何でもやりそうな気分
この幸せが一年に一夜でも保証されるなら
わたし生きていけるわ
希望と幸福を抱えきれないほど
両手に持ってあなたに逢う為に
笑顔用意して
甘い香りに気が付いたあなたがぼさぼさ髪で起き上がる
一番のキスをして
とびきりの朝食が二人を待っている
とびきりの未来と比類ない愛を携え
わたしたちの一日が始まる
神様に感謝のキスを嵐のように捧げて祈るわ
Good morning!
I am invisible.
A sound of a thaw is a mutter of spring.
One drop of drop creates a flow of a big river.
Scenery changing according to a flow of time is mischief of slight time.
But why will be it that I feel gentleness in cold winter?
Why will be it that I feel warmth to freezing trees?
There was already the hometown in the very front if I closed my eyes.
Flowering of hepatica tells the arrival of spring.
A piece of petal lets flowers of every spring wake.
The scenery which changes a color whenever I go down is a fraud of few time.
But will it be a seedling that feel gentleness in cold snow?
Why will be it that I watch a feature of mother in a surface of a river where ice is made?
Mother was there soon if she opened eyes.
I did not notice it.
I did not mind it.
Mother always hugged me kindly.
But I am invisible.
眠雪
雪は眠る
春を待ちながら眠る
其の白きを横たえて
其の白きに全ての穢れを包み込んで
雪は眠る
軽やかな雪は粉となり道を街を山を滑る
湿った雪は半分透明で人を獣を魚を凍らす
雪は眠る
重苦しい悪夢にうなされたときは泣き
春間近い吉無に微笑むときはさらさら
時折目覚めては冬の名残を感じて眠る
雪は寒さが好きで嫌い
寒くなくては雨と変じ
生暖かければ気が変じ
消え行く運命を感じ取り泣く
涙は氷柱となり家々に垂れる
目覚めれば狂い
目覚めねば死す
斯様に雪は眠る
静かに静かに音を汚れを吸収して眠る
ふと雪達の声が聞こえた
人間は皆疲れているね
そうだね
僕達に安らぎと脅威を感じるね
だけど僕達は休むため降るのではない
僕達は僕達の存在を証に振るのだ
音や汚れを吸い込むためでもない
儚い命の雪の魂を叫びに降るのだ
聞けよ人間達
獣や魚や鳥なら知っていることを
僕らは優しいものじゃない
僕らは沢山の生命を殺した
僕らは数多の草木を凍らせた
獣は僕らに怯え冬篭もりする
鳥は僕らを嫌ったり好んだり
魚も僕らに従って生き場所を変える
人は逆らう
火をくべ電気を通しガスを撒き散らし僕ら自然に逆らい生きる
僕らは知っている
僕らのために僕ら以外の命が沢山散って行ったことを自覚する
人間は其の日屠った命すら忘れる
息絶えていった命の重さに上下をつける
鎮魂のように僕らは屍骸を覆い隠す
哀悼のように僕らは霊魂を包み込む
人間は何をするか
いつかきっと僕ら雪の如く静かにひっそりと
人間達も眠る日が来るだろう
そうしたら僕等が綺麗にしてあげよう
真っ白に穢れなき純白に世界を染め上げよう
其れまでは眠ろう
僕らの本当の使命はもうすぐ其処だ
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rA wild wind.
Wind blows.
A swing of the park where nobody is shakes, and a seesaw goes up and down.
A ghost was fierce, and I did not enter a park and appeared in the town which did well.
I walk around downtown and look for a simple, frivolous love story.
We lived well in that way to injure nobody so that it was injured from nobody.
Till I meet you.
I swallowed embarrassment in plain words and submitted to the pain that you gave.
Parting, I strongly hugged your thin body so that you complained of pain.
I hug this time in a circle, and do not let go.
The love that began carelessly was accompanied with a pain so as to deepen and became an only treasure before long in the world.
If you laugh, I laugh.
I was able to feel such a daily life very valuable.
An instant was important for an instant and was dear.
However, there is you next to somebody who is not me now.
Will you dream of me so that I dream of you?
Though I talk about nothing if I meet reality and cannot but pass each other.
Do not forget it; determine it.
Like wind to blow, you disappeared.
Pass through my hand which is numb for cold of March in a little less than spring.
A season disheveled by wind was over nothing again, and the season when anyone prepared for parting came over.
Would you who were sharp warm like north wind a little?
Only the warmth that we shook is held in a palm holding nothing in now.
I love you.
I love you.
There has only to be you in this arm now.
Therefore I do not want to listen to a sad song.
I love you.
I escape from the world and escape and, in this room where at last we arrived at, hear only your breathing of a sleeping person.
I ask it whether you love oneself in pessimistic nature many times.
Surely only these forced it to negligence, and a room and furniture worried you.
You shook like a kitten thrown away.
At last you always held uneasiness without being concerned with having found a domiciliation place only for you and me.
In a creaking small bed, I hug you.
Till the breathing that you seem to be worried about turns into the peaceful breathing of a sleeping person.
You pretend to have slept.
I understand it.
We are considerate of each other and continue the feint which lay down.
And when it was past midnight, all two of them are exhausted and I shut eyes and take a true sleep.
I will shut an ear.
Do not hear a sad song.
I love it.
Now in the truth.
Though I do not know a point from now, I really love you now.
I already have already regarded a deception as an excuse when なのに, you disappeared.
When because it is a season of the departure, a parting season, a season of a new encounter in spring, it is a natural thing that we leave.
Self-centered I think about such a thing while I am wrapped up in one piece of blanket, and looking at your sleeping face.
You whom I am young, and is pure stare now and I believe that this situation will continue all the time tomorrow and sleep.
Your sleeping face is too childish; and I of a fraud feel.
I will sleep at such night.
If morning comes, I think about nothing, and you will sleep though there may not be my neighbor.
I close a window and do not hear the sad song which downtown is filled with and.
wうmrこんなに幸せで
上を向いて歩こう
下を向いてはだめだ
極東の富める国から来た女は中東でそう叫んだ
返ってきた答えは期待から程遠かった
僕らは下を向いて注意しなければ地雷や死体を踏んでしまう
だから僕らは下を向いて歩かねばならない
明日は明日の風が吹く
だから今日の嫌なことを忘れてぐっすり眠るんだ
返ってきた答えはは、壮絶だった
明日は多分やってきて風も多分吹くだろうけれど
其の風は僕らに痛みしか与えない
朝の風は体を凍らせて身動きできなくさせ
昼の風は砂を舞い上がらせて僕の目を潰し
夜の風は敵兵を予感させて僕を眠らせない
わたし達には明日があるから
今日の日を思い出にして大切に心の奥へ閉じ込めよう
答えはまたもや陰惨だった
明日は必ず来るだろうけれど
僕が明日を迎えられる保障は何処にも無い
嗚呼偉人の名言はこんなにも無価値なのか
名言や格言は裕福な先進国でのみ通用するものなのか
痩せて荒んだ目をした子供達にとっては
どんなに価値のある名言より泥まみれのパンや賞味期限の切れた缶詰のほうが貴重なのだ
極東から訪れた馬鹿な女は現実から目を背け心地よい言葉を吐いては自己陶酔する
でも今やっと分かったよ
放っておけない世界の貧しさは
言葉じゃなく
金でしか救えないと
其の金が武器に変わろうともパンに変わろうとも大麻に変わろうとも
世界を救えるのは金と物資と食料しかない
しかしわたしに彼らを満足させるほどのお金は無い
だからせめて祈る
彼らが上を向き空の青さに感動できるよう
明日吹く風が彼らを温めるよう
明日一日其の次其の次もずっと明日が訪れるよう
大麻を芋とアロエに植え替えて裕福な女は去る
名を呼ぶ声に振り向くと子供達が追ってきていた
彼らはまた来てくれるかと訊いてくれた
わたしは必ず来ると約束した
今度はフットボールの中古品と安物のアクセサリーを土産に携えて
必ずわたしは来ると誓った
彼らはわたしに笑顔をくれた
一瞬先も定まらない不定形の生活
日本では悲惨に見えるかもしれないが
無目的に惰性で生きているやつらより
殺人を犯し麻薬に浸り身体を売って必死に生きている
一瞬という時間を大切にしている
明日があから何とかなると不真面目に浮かれる連中よりずっと濃密に今を生きている
誰が幸せなのか？
何が幸せなのか？
答えを出す資格がわたしには無い
それだけが見つけた現実と真実だ
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I'm so happy.
I turn to the top and will walk.
You must not turn to a bottom.
The woman who came from the country which could be rich of the Far East cried so in the Middle East.
The answer that returned was far from expectation.
If we turn to a bottom and are not careful, I step on a mine and the body.
Therefore we turn to a bottom and must walk.
Because the tomorrow's wind will blow tomorrow, I forget to hate today and sleep well.
Answer which returned was fierce.
Though probably I will come over tomorrow, and probably wind will blow, the wind gives us only a pain.
Wind of morning lets a body freeze and daytime wind lets sand whirl up and smashes my eyes and does not let night wind lets an enemy have a foreboding, and me sleep.
Because we have tomorrow, I make today's day a memory and will shut in it carefully to the depths of a heart.
The answer was dreary again.
Though I will come by all means tomorrow, security greeted tomorrow has me nowhere.
Is a wise remark of a great man the thing which is so valueless?
Are a wise remark and a proverb things passing only in a rich developed nation?
I get thinner, and, for the dissipated children who had eyes, the bread which is muddy than a no matter how worth wise remark and the canned food which it was able to cut in the expiration date are more valuable.
The stupid woman whom I visited from the Far East looks away from reality and is fascinated by oneself when I tell comfortable words.
But at last I understood it now.
When I can save the world poverty that I cannot give off only for money not words.
Even if I will turn into cannabis even if I will turn into bread even if the money will turn into a weapon, as for what can save the world, there is only money.
However, there is not money as I satisfy them to me.
Therefore I pray at least.
They turn to the top, and be impressed by empty blue.
Wind to blow warm them tomorrow.
In light all day long, tomorrow visit both the next and the next all the time.
I transplant cannabis to a potato and aloe, and a rich woman leaves.
When I turned around, children chased it.
I asked it whether they came again.
I promised to come by all means.
I carried used goods of football and cheap accessories with me for a souvenir this time and promised when I came by all means.
They gave a smile to me.
Life of the indeterminate form that a point is not decided for an instant.
I may see it miserably in Japan, but I am purposeless, and he commits murder than guys living by momentum and soaks myself in a drug and sells a body and lives desperately.
I value time for an instant.
When I take care of dirt, it is much deeper, and tomorrow lives than the party who is in high spirits insinserely by now.
Who is happy?
What is happy?
I do not have a qualification to give an answer.
It is reality and Mami whom only it found.
Now still now.
I found you who waited for a signal while laughing in the other side of an afternoon, pride that it was fine-like road.
I will not know the yolk which I laugh at while talking with a lover.
Passing an old lover soon.
I can say to you now.
When I surely loved you.
But when as time passed, this thought to long for cooled off and already has completely cooled down now.
A signal of a crossing full of people changed.
You do not notice me and are crazy about it to stare at the present lover.
I heard a moment, the old days when you passed me and your bright laughter that were not replaced.
A crowd drifts by a brisk walk.
It seems to be the time that it spent with you.
Both time and a person mix and pass each other and I never come back and cannot return it.
I wanted to be proud, and a voice walked in silence without it being run, and I left for you who were wonderful.
Your laughter sticks to my back and wants to take a shower early today.
Though I was proud of you in old days, other somebody is proud of you now.
I realized it so heartily.
I have been already separated from you; when have parted.
And to never visit you in the time when we talk.
I can say to you now.
When it is only a memory, and, as for the days when I loved intensely so as to flare up, there is no value now anymore now.
I feel relieved.
I am refreshed.
However, what will this loss that there was on a chest be?
It is scooped out and is accompanied with the pain that is a state and a spring breeze is cold and blows through this hole.
Will this be a thing of regret?
Will I regret it?
Having parted with you.
Having been conceited when I could get along alone.
Having been going to stop you who left.
If when lent it, hugged you at that time, and apologized; the possibility that next, I may have been still of today.
When your bright laughter that is good for the afternoon when it was fine remains to me with a pride, I cannot become it.
I will take a cold shower early.
I will lower temperature to temperature same as the heart that became cold.
And I realized it.
That I spend it with you even if I take a shower, and your smile can never wash away your temperature in time.
I want to cry aloud.
When being similar can love other nobody anymore so as to have loved you.
When I am sorry.
When I made a mistake.
But all led to happiness for you.
Therefore not remembering you not it praying for your happiness to cut by I now. Forget you.
Make so an effort at least.
The today's trifling event changed current me greatly.
Let's already stop bluff.
I will accept a defeat.
It is my complete defeat.
Nothing in the world can be opposed to your charm.
I will be proud that I parted with you who are so wonderful from oneself not regret.
This is the small case that happened in a corner of a big city.
But it was a shock bigger than a global war to me.
I watch today's you, and I change from today.
I change all regret of the life into a pride and live.
It is small jealousy to you and revenge and a blessing.
r恋すれば紅鬼になる
口紅を薄く塗り鏡をのぞくと少女に戻ったわたしが映っている
恋する気持ちは夕暮れの空と同じ色
薄い紅色と淡い茜色が混ざり合い
地平線へ流れ落ちて果敢なく闇に消えた
誰かを愛すれば女は時空を旅して綺麗になる
年齢も距離も無関係に誰かを愛すれば鬼にもなる
其れは醜くて見苦しくて哀れだけど
其の汚さの分だけ女を強く汚く磨く
あなたの腕の温もりと強さは
たとえわたしが死んで焼かれても消えない
形振り構わず夢中になる愛をもう一度味わいたい
相手はあなたでなくてはならない
あんなにも激しく誰かを愛した時間は
最初で最後の天国の至福と地獄の責め苦
全てを捨てる覚悟で立ち向かう愛憎ならあなた以外しかない
愛すると同じくらい愛されたいと願うのは重荷でしょうか
其の真実に気づきもせず
わたしはあなたを求めた
だから二人は今別々に離れてしまった
あなた思えば夜は長く
時間は朝を通り過ぎて
昼を短くしてまた長い夜が訪れる
わたしの心があなたに伝わるでしょうか？
こんなに長い夜は悪女になってしまいます
あなたが必死に守る幸せが壊れてしまえばいいと願ってしまいます
今も忘れられないあなたの体温息遣い指先キスの記憶が
わたしをいっそう責め立てる
わたしは神に邪悪な祈りをささげてしまう
わたしは悪魔に聖なる呪いを求めてしまう
わたしはあなたを
愛しているのか恨んでいるのか憎んでいるのか
何も分からないけれど
唯一実感するのは今もなお愛していることだけ
決して過去形じゃなく現在進行形で愛している
わたしはあなたを待っている
わたしはあなたの不幸を願っている
あなたがどん底の不幸に落ちてわたしの元へ戻るよう心から祈っている
恋をすると女は鬼になる
美しく哀れで醜い鬼になる
真っ赤な唇を持った鬼になる
Lovin'you.
It seems to a girl that I apply a thin coat of lipstick and look in a mirror me who came back.
A feeling to be in love is a color same as the sky of dusk.
Light madder red mixed with thin crimson and ran to the horizon and faded away in darkness fleetingly.
A woman takes a trip to space-time by loving somebody and becomes beautiful.
Both age and distance love somebody irrelatively.
Though it is ugly and is unsightly and is poor, hold it for a thing of the dirtiness and polish a woman.
Even if I die, and warmth and strength of your arm are baked, I will not disappear.
I want to taste love to be absorbed in without regard for appearances once again.
There must be a partner with you.
In the time when it loved somebody such intensely, it is supreme bliss and fire and brimstone of last heaven at first.
There is not an object of love and hatred to confront for readiness to abandon all other than you.
It was a heavy load for you that you requested by a quantity and time same as my loving you to love me.
I demanded you without noticing it.
Therefore I have been separated from you.
As for the time, I pass morning for a long time at night when I think about you and shorten noon, and the night having a long it again visits it.
Will a heart be transmitted through me to you?
At the so long night, I become a bad woman.
I wish that the happiness that you keep desperately should fail.
Your unforgettable temperature, breathing, a finger-tip, memory of a kiss still torture me still more.
I give wicked prayer to God.
I demand a sacred spell from the devil.
Only as for what become clear alone though I understand nothing whether I hate whether I bear a grudge against whether I love you still loving it.
It is not a past form by any means, and, in present continuous, I love you.
I wait for you.
I pray for your misfortune.
I say grace heartily you decline in misfortune of the bottom, and to return to my cause.
A woman becomes an ogre when in love.
I become a poor, ugly ogre beautifully.
I become an ogre having a downright lip.
