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ーハッピーバースデー、片思いの俺。

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いつの間にやら日付は変わって なんで年って取るんだろう もう背は伸びないくせに 着信の音で飛び起きたけど損したな 君かと思ったのに

Before I could even realise it, the date had changed I wonder why we age? Even though we won’t grow anymore I immediately got up at the sound of my ringtone, but it was for nothing I thought it was from you

何かの手違いで 好きになってくれないかな どうにも君のいない場所は 空気が薄くてさ

I wonder if by some mistake You’ll come to like me? Because in this place where you aren’t around The air is thin and I can’t breathe

くだらない話は思い付くのに 君を抱き締めていい理由だけが見付からない ああそうか そうだよな ハッピーバースデー 片想いの俺

Even though I can think of random things to talk about, I just can’t think of the reasons that allow me to hold you tight Ah, I see, that’s right Happy birthday to me, and this one-sided love

愛が何かは知らないけれど 好きと言う名前の痛みになら詳しいかも 君にも教えてあげたいけれど結局 教わるのは俺だろう

I don’t know what love is, But if it’s an ache called ‘like’, I’m familiar with it I want to show you what it’s like, but in the end, You’re the one who keeps showing me

このまま今日が終わり明日が来れば いつになっても縮まらないこの距離を 駆け引きにも綱引きにもならないやり取りを もっと単純な名前で呼んであげられるよ 何ひとつ終われないけど

If today just ends like this and tomorrow comes, This distance that never seems to close, And the fruitless push and pull of these conversations, Can be summed up with a simpler name Though nothing will come to an end

つまらない言葉の繰り返しで つじつまもきっと合ってない物語の続きに ひとりよがりの毎日に ハッピーバースデー 君に言って欲しいだけ

Repeating these boring words To continue this incoherent story In these days of self-satisfaction, I just want you to say Happy Birthday

くだらない話は思い付くのに 君を抱き締めていい理由だけが見付からない ああそうか そうだよな ハッピーバースデー 片想いの俺

Even though I can think of random things to talk about, I just can’t think of the reasons that allow me to hold you tight Ah, I see, that’s right Happy birthday to me, and this one-sided love

ハッピーバースデー 片想いの俺

sailor naboo, sailor alderaan, and sailor jakku!

I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don’t make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana.

What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.

Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.

Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?

Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash recepticals. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.

God bless you all!

Kurt Vonnegut