Likewise the smog coating the air
Solidified the solitude.
The blanket of her memories
has become insufficient…
By clotting the blood and blocking the heart
I have frozen.
In the predicament of being a corps
without dying,
there will sprout some shoots...,
Then they will have the flowers… as poems…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the predicament of being a corpse without dying, there will sprout some shoots..., Then they will have the flowers… as poems… Lovely lines, beautifully written~