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Takamura Koutarou 📖 高村光太郎
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Chieko says that there is no sky in Tokyo,
Says that she wants to see the real sky.
I look up in surprise.
The sky between the young cherry blossom leaves is
The familiar beautiful sky that I cannot
Be separated from.
The blur at the gray smoggy horizon
Is the salmon-pink start of the morning.
Looking far, Chieko says,
Says that the blue sky that appears every day
On top of Mount Atatara
Is her real sky.
This is our simple story.
— Elegies to Chieko, Takamura Koutarou
Says that she wants to see the real sky.
I look up in surprise.
The sky between the young cherry blossom leaves is
The familiar beautiful sky that I cannot
Be separated from.
The blur at the gray smoggy horizon
Is the salmon-pink start of the morning.
Looking far, Chieko says,
Says that the blue sky that appears every day
On top of Mount Atatara
Is her real sky.
This is our simple story.
— Elegies to Chieko, Takamura Koutarou
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Date: 2017-07-21 04:59 am (UTC)[ Ryoji looks up, blinking away a reverie. ]
Yes, I'm alright. I was just thinking... I guess about what it all means. How some memories are just scenes like out of a movie, to be remembered and which affect you. But aren't real. How would you feel if your memories were real? Or prophetic?