I may have adored this one person more than an alcoholic conceives his booze.
If being honest,
could only be smooth.
Now, he has escaped my grasp,
Like leaves fall from their branch.
I've vanished more blankly than this mirage he never felt,
And I'll be forgotten,
Like footprints washed away by the sapphire waves,
On the chalky, gritty sand;
Wondering about my ghostly impact on such a person.
If my wishes are only fatuous,
Then let me sin and let me craze him,
Until it's abnormal.
He has engraved himself with no intentions maybe,
And perhaps my thoughts are only an invisible burden upon his sturdy shoulders,
But he's so symbolic,
That I feel as if I could withdraw without him,
He may be just a kid,
but this kid,
deteriorates my health with every fantasy.
I desire the feeling of inferiority,
The crush that reality blew on me,
As I realized his immaculateness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem