hachi gatsu juugo nichi no gogo juuni jihan kurai no koto tenki ga yoi
byouki ni nari sou na hodo mabushii hizashi no naka suru koto mo nai kara kimi to dabette ita
"demo maa natsu wa kirai kana" neko o nade nagara kimi wa futebuteshiku tsubuyaita
aa, nigedashita neko no ato o oikakete tobikonde shimatta no wa aka ni kawatta shingouki
batto tootta torakku ga kimi o hikizutte naki sakebu chi shibuki no iro, kimi no kaori to mazariatte musekaetta uso mitai na kagerou ga ‘uso janai zo’ tte waratteru natsu no mizuiro, kakimawasu you na semi no oto ni subete kuranda
me o samashita tokei no hari ga narihibiku beddo de ima wa nanji
hachi gatsu juuyokka no gozen juuni ji sugi kurai o sasu yakeni urusai semi no koe oboete ita demo saa, sukoshi fushigi da na onaji kouen de kinou mita yume o omoidashita "mou kyou wa kaerou ka" michi ni nuketa toki mawari no hito wa minna ue o miage kuchi o akete ita
rakka shite kita tecchuu ga kimi o tsuranuite tsukisasaru tsunzaku himei to fuurin no oto ga kigi no sukima de kara mawari waza to rashii kagerou ga ‘yume janai zo’ tte waratteru kuramu shikai ni kimi no yokogao, waratte iru you na kigashita
nando sekai ga kuran demo kagerou ga waratte ubaisaru kurikaeshite nanjuu nen. Mou tokkuni ki ga tsuite itaro.
konna yoku aru hanashi nara ketsumatsu wa kitto hitotsu dake. kurikaeshita natsu no hi no mukou.
batto oshinoke tobikonda, shunkan torakku ni buchiataru chi shibuki no iro, kimi no hitomi to kishimu karada ni ranhansha shite monku arige na kagerou ni ‘zamaa miroyo’ tte warattara
jitsuni yoku aru natsu no hi no koto. sonna nani ka ga koko de owatta.
me o samashita hachi gatsu juuyokka no beddo no ue shoujo wa tada
'mata dame datta yo' to hitori neko o idakikakaete ta
English
the afternoon of August 15, about 12.30pm
the weather was good
falling sick amidst the dazzling sun rays
having nothing to do so I chatted with you
while I stroke the cat, you muttered brazenly
"don’t you hate summer?"
chasing after the runaway cat
running a red light on the way
suddenly a sharp cry as passing truck knocked you over
the color of blood, your scent mixed with violent sobs
the unbelievable heat haze laughed “this isn’t a lie”
light blue of summer, lost in the stirring cry of the cicada
when I woke up in my bed, the hands of the clock resound
what time is it now?
the morning of August 14, slightly past 12am
remembering the awfully noisy cry of the cicada
but isn’t it a little mysterious?
remembering yesterday’s dream in the same park
"let’s go back already" I said, stepping into the road
surrounding people were looking up, their mouths opened in awe
a falling iron pole pierced through you
the sound of shrieks and wind chimes reverberate in the crevices of trees
the unnatural heat haze laughed “this isn’t a dream”
through disoriented vision, I think I saw a smile on your face
no matter how often the world turn dark, the heat haze laughed it off
repeating for tens of years. I already realized since a long time ago.
this kind of familiar story, there must be a conclusion.
the other side of the repeating summer.
suddenly pushing aside and leaping in, slammed by the truck in an instant
the color of blood, the diffused reflection of your eyes and body
the complaint-bearing heat haze laughed “what a mess”