胸の奥から
語りかけてくる
ひとひらの
桜の花びらが
儚さとともに
これまでの
記憶の片鱗が
また
ひらり
ひとひら
一枚
私の手のうちから
世界が
いろみをつける
One Petal, One World
From deep within my chest,
a quiet voice begins to speak.
A single petal—
a cherry blossom in soft descent—
drifts with its fragile grace,
and with it,
fragments of memory
begin to stir.
Again,
one petal,
just one,
falls gently into my open hands,
and from them,
the world begins
to take on color.
