“揺れるキャンドル”


キャンドルの上で火が踊っている

右に左にステップ踏んで

私を楽しませる

どこからともなく吹いた風

でもキャンドルは転ぶことなく耐えた

まるで私みたい

たまには休んでいいんだよと呟く

息を吹きかける


“A Flickering Candle”

The flame dances atop the candle,
stepping left, stepping right,
entertaining me.

A breeze comes from nowhere—
yet the candle holds its ground,
never tipping over.

Just like me.

“It’s okay to rest sometimes,”
I whisper,
and gently blow it out.

“光の回廊”


溢れんばかりの西日が

長い廊下に差し込んでいる

音楽室へと続くこの道は

まるで別の世界のもの

これは自分の記憶？

脳が勝手に作り出したイメージ？

匂いだけが妙にリアル


“Corridor of Light”

The overflowing low sun
spills into the long hallway.

This path leading to the music room
feels as if it belongs
to another world entirely.

Is this my memory?
Or an image my mind
has invented on its own?

Only the scent
feels strangely real.

“散り積もる想い”


雪の様に純粋な想い

雪がだんだん積もるように

私の想いも積もっていく

でも雪は溶けて消える

私の想いは消えてはいかない

ああ、雪じゃなくて埃なのかも

誰か掃除機で吸い取ってくれ


“Feelings That Settle and Stay”

Feelings as pure as snow—
like snow piling up little by little,
my feelings keep gathering too.

But snow eventually melts away.
Mine don’t.

Ah—maybe they aren’t snow at all,
but dust instead.
Someone, please,
vacuum them up.

“雪の静寂”


雨とは違う

下品に音を立てて存在をアピールしない

気づいた時には

綺麗な白い絨毯が引かれている

人知れずコツコツと努力を続ける

そんな君が好き


“The Silence of Snow”

Unlike the rain,
it doesn’t shout its presence
with vulgar noise.

By the time you notice,
a clean white carpet
has already been laid.

Quietly, steadily,
it keeps working unseen.

That’s why
I like you.

“君が見た夢”


あなたが打ち明けた夢

2人の夢になって

一緒に頑張っていた

だけどいつからか私だけの夢になって

そのうち私の夢でもなくなるだろう

残るのは少し苦い思い出と

平穏な日々


“The Dream You Once Saw”

The dream you once confided in me
became our dream.
We worked toward it together.

But somewhere along the way,
it turned into my dream alone.
And one day,
it will no longer even be mine.

What will remain
is a faint bitterness in the memory,
and days that are quietly calm.