とりどりに
恋の花咲く
孤独を吐き
黒い花びら
散ったあとで
In many colors,
the flowers of love bloom.
I breathe out my loneliness—
after the black petals
have scattered away.
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花の香に
ふれてよいかと
たずぬれば
花はかすかな
風を染めゆく
May I touch
the fragrance of the flower?
I asked—
and the flower began to tint
the faintest breeze.
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