Writing poetry can never be enough Loneliness at times comes to us all And the more you try to escape from it Something yet deeper wraps you tight Yes indeed Every shade of regret Has its own fate, appearing It burns away the thread of life Even our parents just one among so many others
Your death was truly pitiful But I thought it beautiful Ah Satoru, there’s a magnolia flower still pinned to the sky Blossoming like heart-rending flesh
At no.1 Tonogi level-crossing on the Hanwa line Your bloodstained hair trembling on a wooden sleeper Only those who came for you cowering before a broken life No longer your father, mother, brother That which you kept with you to the very end An expression of flesh cut away by loneliness In the green mountains where water bubbles forth Wait for me there, go nowhere else, never come Here again
Your death was truly pitiful But I thought it beautiful Ah Satoru, I see now, life meant so much that you were ready To gamble it with Death You ran well, ran well, a pitiful beauty