Mud and Tree

Called mud 
The woman who continues to live like a mud 
Now sits on the mud floor 
And tears on the mud floor

Dark room entrance
A man who is thin like a tree has no way to do it 
Stands like a tree 
And just looks down like a tree

The fort of time

Even the sound of the bell does not reach
Two shadows that can not be saved forever

Mud is lonely
The tree is sad


【 泥と樹 】

泥と呼ばれ
 泥のような暮らしを続ける

    その女は 今

      泥の床にすわり
       泥の床になみだする

暗い部屋の入口

  樹のように痩せた男は
   なすすべもなく

     樹のように立ちつくし
      樹のように見下ろすばかり

時の屍

  鐘の音さえ届かず
   永遠に救われぬ

     ふたつの影

泥はさびしく
 樹はかなしい

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