| 撮 影 ・ 代 々 木 公 園 |
ひ ぢ ま さ る ・ 濡 れ て ゆ く |
音 に 泣 け ば ・ 声 に し て 泣 け ば |
お 前 の 冷 た い 心 と １ つ に な っ て |
ひ た す ら 濡 れ て ゆ く |
し ん し ん と 深 ま る 冷 気 の な か で |
私 の 身 も 心 も |
ひ そ か に む せ び 泣 け ば |
あ ま り の 仕 打 ち に |
今 日 も ひ た す ら 待 ち つ づ け る |
つ れ な い お 前 と 知 り な が ら |
I suffered from a bad cold recently. Though
I 've recovered from one week's
suffering, I still feel weak. I've never felt so helpless
for the past many years.
And my girlfriend who seems to have disappeared
from my life, at least mentally !
The Wreath by Rober Graves
A bitter year it was. What woman ever
Cared for me so, yet so ill-used me,
Came in so close and drew so far away,
So much promised and performed so little,
So murderously her own love dared betray
?
Queen of ingratitude, to my dying day,
You shall be punished with a deathless crown
For your dark head, resist it how you may.
(February 2, 2003)
