1995-1996
Chatter of Raindrops Dream-
I heard the chatter of raindrops and tasted my parents'
excessive love of apples
Mother stroked my hair as if I were a cat
One winter morning I suddenly felt something pierce through my hand.
I tried to leave the place when I heard someone
call my name loudly
"My season has come!"
I knew I had to do housekeeping
and take care of myself
I am making a trip to hear the most beautiful sound
Over the moon two
horses fly
by Izumi Maruyama
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