
ALT Title: Autumn Note: English translation. Other translations are possible. To reach the sky grown high standing on tiptoe and reaching out its hand a leaf whose face turns red Smiling as it watches the sight of the leaf straining a fruit of unknown name also lets its hand slip and with a rattle rolls down and that sight seems like autumn so I smile too

ALT Title: Transmission Note: English translation. Other translations are possible. One line that connects us it is not seen but it must be tough If it had a color it would be redder than blood and wherever it is it is taut so it does not ignore even one movement and must be letting each of us know At times you sway more than I do and hurt more and suffer more so I too hurt again and suffer as well

ALT Title: Transmission Note: English translation. Other translations are possible. This also spreads like a virus and each time it goes through one thing it grows tougher and it thickens as if threads called experience were added on one by one Then there is one way Let me become happier for you then I too become happy and because that is to become happier for us

ALT Title: Reaction Note: English translation. Other translations are possible. Even with a small pebble I whose water would splash up may have been a lake Or on a light wind a feather drifting along Starting to be smeared with paint drawing paper of white color Without my noticing I have hardened and perhaps this may be me Sinking a stone more slowly than a swamp does and a rock steadfast in the gentle breeze jet-black black paper These days when not reacting is good

ALT Title: Tangerine Note: English translation. Other translations are possible. As the days grow cold yellow round things come rolling in When people in the chill put on clothes one layer two layers and hunch their bodies these fellows fling off their clothes and then stretch out their hunched bodies Again this year on cold days they will take a spot in the house Seeing you I really feel that winter is coming

ALT Title: That Time Note: English translation. Other translations are possible. The day we first met do you remember That face that was shy is still red in my memory Because you liked me because you held me close I kept looking into your eyes and you even while embarrassed not wholly disliking it in the end holding hands the reddened face becoming two that time comes to mind

ALT Title: The Sound of Insects Crying Note: English translation. Other translations are possible. The night the others have quietly laid their bodies down each stays behind alone in their own place and cries If everyone's sorrow were gathered together it would become one great resonance yet they cry alone Is it because each in their own place has something they must keep I only guess that their places must be heavy








