（独り空をゆくあの雁は苦しそうだ。この「赤い鳴き橋」を渡って
しまったのだろうか？心変わりした冷たい妻を求めて鳴き鳴き空を
ゆく雁はまさしく運命の橋を渡ってしまったのかも知れない）

＊なき赤橋：「鳴き赤橋」ー後楽園の橋に筆者が勝手につけた
ニックネーム、鳴きは無きにかかる
＊かりがね：雁 ＊妻を恋ふらく：妻(恋人）を恋慕っているのだろうか

I seem to be always complaining about my partner's faithlessness,
but I cannot help  feeling a twinge of remorse for my past. I once
wrote a letter to a woman whom I dropped suddenly to her
bewilderment, starting like this.

My dearest,

This afternoon, as I was watching over the Rainbow Bridge from
my office, the sea was calm tinted with rich dark blue, glittering under
the warm winter sunlight and I could see a flock of white sea-birds
floating on the waves leasurely as if there is nothing to worry about
in the world.

Here I am in reminiscence of the memories of rare hapiness of a
short period which come and go in my mind like flashing images of a
kaleidscope. Was it a dream or a relity? Yes, I am in love,,,

This goes on and on. I'm amazed to see how fat-headed I was !
What I'm experiencing now , perhaps, serves me right. Or,
subconsciously, I'm seeking to punish myself.