| す な わ ち 横 道 |
よ こ ぎ れ の 道 ： 横 切 れ の 道 |
な い か の よ う に み な し て |
よ そ に み て ： 自 分 と は 関 係 |
ひ と り 身 を か み し め な が ら |
私 は 横 道 に そ れ る |
だ が 耀 く 若 葉 が ま ぶ し く て |
緑 が 照 り 映 え る |
や わ ら か な 光 り を あ び て |
ま た 春 が め ぐ っ て き た |
Something is wrong with me this year.
Spring has always filled me with joy and
hope as if something good
were coming at any moment. I usually
got very romantic even without
any special reasons in this season.. But
this time, that blissful moment quickly
left me and I keenly feel that I have no
one to love or to be loved. When I was
younger, I was even proud of my solitude.
I thought loneliness is a kind of asset
for an artist. Now, to tell you the truth,
I'm scared when I think of my future-
to perish and turn into dirt all alone, with
no one to grieve or please my death.