first snow
snow falls in front of aomori station. that promise from whenever it was, which couldn’t be fulfilled –together with the white puffs of breath from the girl remaining at the bus stop, it disappeared into the night skywhat piled up were memories of her, and sentiments, and faint regretseven my footprints, which stretch out -- i wonder if they’ll eventually be erased by that too
come to think of it, i’ve come a long way, haven’t i?no – rather than that, i guess i’ve come back to the start.the first step away from being self-deprecating – today, as usual, i’m just losteven so, i believe it’s somewhat better than staying herei look at the snow piled up on my shoulders and thinkit seems i’ve rested for a bit too long
the memories which, to stop me, cried out "please don’t leave" –shaking them off, i wonder how far i can go
the first snow, blowing in the wind, just passes through our townyour kindness, blowing in the wind, just passes through my chest
since yesterday, it hasn’t stopped snowing. about to leave, i pause with my hand on the door i’ve openedeven before thinking that it was beautiful, i grumbled to myself that it was troublesomei don’t have an umbrella, nor time, let alone something like expectations – there’s no reason i’d have thatall i have is a destination i must head towards, and more impatience than i need
that’s the sort of everyday life i’m leading; i’m getting byalthough i don’t think this is happiness, i don’t think it’s unhappiness eitherit’s just that, without being able to fill the void that opened up once you were gonethe monochrome-looking scenery of this city is surely due to the snow, right?
things which are sad – do they exist? do they exist?shaking them off, i have to get out quickly
the first snow, blowing in the wind, just passes through our townyour kindness, blowing in the wind, just passes through my chest
today, too, the snow knows no end. my legs tangle up in my rush; even though i can still walk with ease if you saythat both those long days when we laughed together,and that understanding which we certainly had, were all liesbut it’s okay -- i’m properly moving forward
the first snow, blowing in the wind, just passes through our towni cried a little because of that, that’s all; it’s just that winter’s wind shook my heart