The Last Day of the Year Comments

When it was time to get up a heavy fog had already scattered.

A female neighbor wears underwear in the corridor,

drawing coarse eyebrows fine.

Not yet recovered from alcohol I come down with a cold,

last night's chill wind has holed up in my gut.

Such a horrible body possessed by me,

just as an ugly physique belongs to the female neighbor,

awkwardly she ducks aside to let me walk to the stairwell,

entirely aimless but I must go down.


The sunlight has never seemed so intense as now,

on the lawn is printed a clear shadow of a tree,

on the lawn, male students turn somersaults,

female students hop about,

paling tree leaves sporadically fall.

I start to walk backwards,

then hear a truck approach my buttocks.

A year is over,

the world regains its form from several days of thick fog,

(a slogan on a wall is shamelessly eye-catching)

but eyes can not recall tears
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