Don’t walk past so slowly,
thinking that I don’t notice.
Your intentions have always
been understood
by you and me.
You and me only, I think.
Jealousies and complications
get in the way.
Silly knots and tangles
that we’ve conjured up this year.
Seems to be a very thick fence
of anti-potential between us.
I was never all that sad,
I just think it’s a bit funny how life turns out.
Two cards of the same deck, you and I.
But we play our roles and
we shall keep playing them.
We play them well.
We’ll be happy, but
we’ll be happy separately.
Just give me that golden nod of understanding
and I'll lend you a knowing gaze.
So, my honey-eyed boy,
one that I recognize as myself,
one that I can never have;
when you walk past,
don’t pass so slowly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem