Because here you are


 





I've thought of you again.

Your modest wish.

Of course, it's nothing.

Why don't you want more?

Not greedy, with just a little progress 

Your small satisfaction brings me to tears.

I wonder why, it always does.

You're so lovely, so pure,

Your thoughts touch my heart.

When I forget about you and become obsessed with big things.

When I stumble and hang my head.

You look at me with a strange expression.

An ordinary life,

unconscious of my own lack of desire for more.

Is it a waste of time to imagine that history is building up behind it?

Is it a waste of time to imagine that improvements have been made 

since barbarism and cruelty, over an immeasurable period of time?

I want you to feel me, while I'm busy imagining living in the present.



また君のことが思い出された。

君のささやかな望み。

もちろん何でもないよ、そんなこと。

どうしてもっと多くのことを望まないのだろう。

欲張りじゃない、

ほんの少しの前進で満足する君にぼくは涙ぐむ。

どうしてだろう、いつもそうなのだ。

あまりに可憐で純粋すぎて、

君の思いがぼくの心を打つ。

ぼくが君を忘れて大きなことばかりに夢中になっている時、

躓いてうなだれる時、

君は不思議な顔をする。

これ以上望まない無欲ささえ気になっていないような

当たり前の暮らし。


それに歴史が積み重なっているのを

想像するのは時間の無駄なのか。

野蛮と残酷から途方もない時間をかけて、改善が進む。

今を生きていることを想像して忙しいぼくを、

君に感じてほしいと思う。

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