Posted on 13/04/10

 

I think my thoughts about you are getting more desperate these days.
And the more desperate they get, the less I want to think about you.
Because it hurts more the more I think about you.

I felt like sitting down with a cup of tea and a poem collection
to feel that Spring had come, and I put down my teacup.
I could see the sky in the tea.

And the reflection of myself in the cup looked somewhat cowardly.



Many people want to know what true love is.
But there are not many in the world who truly know what that love is.
That is because people ignore or try to hide the truth.
They spoil the love for their own benefits.

That is lying to oneself...

True love becomes distorted in those lies.
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I hope that Cassiopeia at least know this.
The weight and worth of their love.

If a person does not know of the weight or worth of her love,
she does not know why she loves in the first place.

People take love and use it and change it for their own benefits.
They lie to themselves.

I hope that Cassiopeia... don't lie to themselves.



After looking at myself in my reflection, I took a sip of my tea.
The warm and soothing tea tickled my nose.
And suddenly I caught myself staring at a frame with their picture in it.

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When time passes we... may even forget their names.
A person's memory is an extremely fragmentary thing.

So I hope that the memories we share with them won't be filled with regrets and loss.
If that happens, every time we recall these memories, we will be filled with regrets and loss.

We must not forget.

When the seasons and time begin to forget our memories and cover them,
when we wipe away the dust to retrieve the memories and feel regretful, even that moment will be regretted.

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I pray that my love, my last love, will not be one of regrets.



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To see a pitch-black night sky after watching a glowing sunset..
A ray of light shining in a black and gl