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.