Anemone That day, you taught me The meaning of life, how to laugh, how my life is supposed to be… That day, you taught me I’m sorry…that I ended up turning away (In April 2007, I turned away from this reality, and tried to perish by myself. With everyday unending nausea and headaches, only time passed by as the sense of loss lingered Without understanding that I made you sad when I shook my head at your words, I just sat hugging my knees.) White bed, white room…a window I don’t recognize You…who’d seen into me You just smiled at me, your cheeks getting wet in silence Veins are pierced along my arms and my body hurts I close my eyes for a little bit, then turn back You laugh, saying “I’m glad,” and I stare at you, and without saying anything, shake my head I don’t understand the meaning of those flowers You presented me this bright April day You said, “I’ll come again” and In silence, give me a kiss That day, you taught me The meaning of life, how to laugh, how my life is supposed to be… That day, you taught me I’m sorry…that I ended up turning away While I wish to see you, The clock’s hand forsakes me The last message I got from you was “Don’t make me worry, okay…” I wonder if you’d ended up hating me I…hadn’t changed the habit of biting my nails A month passes, and I get a call I don’t recognize Time was soaked in nothingness… I don’t even understand the meaning of that call I made to you on this rainy April day I didn’t tell you, “Come again” Alone in silence, I pull up sheets over my head That day, you taught me The meaning of life, how to laugh, how my life is supposed to be… That day, your mum had said, “That person has come to rest” That day, you taught me The meaning of life, how to laugh, how my life is supposed to be… That day, you taught me And I ended up turning away… That day, you taught me About myself, about family, and what’s to be from now on That day, you taught me And I ended up turning away… In front of the stone where you’re laid to rest, I stood quite still The flowers I offered you were full of irony That day, I made the flowers say… “We can see each other again, right?” (It’s been over 5 years since then and I’m still living The meaning of life, of how things should be…I still don’t seem able to comprehend it But isn’t being able to live like this the “meaning” in itself? I’ve been able to think of it like that, at least. I wonder if I’ve been able to live like you have until today? Plenty of irony to you…)
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