Never To Return
Written by Chuya Nakahara
Trans. by Shallot B.
I was at the end of this world. The mild Sun was shining, the Wind was rocking the beautiful flowers.
The Dust was silent on the wooden bridge― on the street, the Post was staying with shining bright alongside the Pram which had a toy windmill.
There was not a soul in this town; I didn't have my family, and I had a job which was to see the sky above the weathercock from time to time.
I was not board. There was some honey in the air: it didn't take any shapes, but it can be edible at any time.
I sometimes smoked: I prefer the whiff of it. Furthermore, I smoked only outside my room.
Well, I owned only a towel: I had a pillow, I didn't have any bed. I had a toothbrush or so, but the only book by my side wasn't written anything, I occasionally enjoyed weighing it.
I liked women very much: but only in my dream―enough only in the dream. I have never wanted to visit them.
Something― I can't give it any name―promoted me continuously, I felt my hope pounding in my heart without having a goal.
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In the bush, there was a park which was very mysterious: women, children and men was taking a walk with smiling a terrible smile, with speaking their strange language ( which I don't understand), and with expressing their feeling (which I don't understand).
And then, there was a silver web which was glittering――over the sky.