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Kích cỡ chữ:

Short and thin and immature,

Crush was one stick of a match.

Shall we light it, watch it burn

Through the things we never have.

Whispers in awakened slumbers

Blew off into phosphor ashes.

Whether or not will it ever

Reignite stays unknown.

Now the two have met again, back in twilight time

Dizzily and drowsily, as if alcohol --

Tanked then tightly pressurised, goes the oxygen;

Right then what is meant by love, after all these told?

Current time is commonplace, as we shall behold,

Yet that day of blazing flames shadows well beyond

And stalking and trailing both of us has it gone

Whereto have it gone --?

So the sausage was

Rotted as a purple pile --

Most likely, it has gone into "seeds of conversations".

幼き恋の回顧

幼き恋は

燐寸（マッチ）の軸木（じくぎ）

燃えてしまえば

あるまいものを

寐覚（ねざ）めの囁（ささや）きは

燃えた燐（りん）だった

また燃える時が

ありましょうか

アルコールのような夕暮に

二人は再びあいました――

圧搾酸素（あっさくさんそ）でもてている

恋とはどんなものですか

その実（じつ）今は平凡ですが

たったこないだ燃えた日の

印象が二人を一緒に引きずってます

何（なん）の方（ほう）へです――

ソーセージが

紫色に腐れました――

多分「話の種」の方へでしょう