遠い記憶の中にお前を見る。。。

on the summer beach two lovers part ways through a leaf i quietly whistle ufufufu~ ufufufu~

you leave your dress the one with the flower pattern in the spectacular tear-colored water ufufufu~ ufufufu~

in the distant horizon i see my mother's tenderness and i always think in the distant horizon i want to die

in the distant horizon i see my loneliness and the horizon before i wake takes me far away

in the distant horizon i see the summer flowers blooming and i always think that in your arms i want to sleep

in the distant horizon redder than blood i see the setting sun and like a wounded soldier i think of my hometown

in the distant horizon deeper than love i see the ocean and in the distant horizon i want to drown myself

as i walk through Tamagawa-Josui i see your little apartment

in summer the bamboo leaves swayed at your window Dazai would have liked you taking sleeping pills in the hot sunlight always sweating and sleeping

then more vibrant than hydrangeas the cicadas cried at the end of the season and you became a lonely memory as in Dazai's novels

is this what it means to be shown the way that each and everything  collapses into ruin?

here  recognition  cannot perceive or remember a concept  outside of that

         offers up glimpses  alternately          of “the beginning” and “the end”

from the spinal cord  emitting  in every direction a breath  that wishes  to blur into everything

the eternal geometric translation of installments: of that deep sorrow  from when the universe began, and the joy  of when the flesh  is crushed and scattered towards all

already  because of this baptism  my soul

finds itself forced into the plight of wishing to become either:

              fire     earth                         wind                                   water