名なしの森

They bloom all year round As if they are raised in a rose garden We, too, without changing a bit May rise on above time. Like a gardener who does not speak, With his fingers parched in the soil, Producing only beautiful things. Into the sweet twilight of spring as well, And into the chilled bed of winter, Descends the same dream as always, But the heart that feels it is different. Picking out things that cannot be lost, Things that cannot be given away, Sadness and resignation, if you only plant them. We continue searching for the castle that lies we know not where. Surely when we come upon it, Our entire bodies covered in dust, With tears and sighs, the road from whence we came will turn to swampland. We cannot thereafter return, So forever stay our hands. If we spy upon the surface of the water in the dark of night, it will become still like a mirror, Everything that we wish for, splendidly Beckons to us. Do you say that you will go beyond that? Throwing away everything I am not so weak as to dive Into make-believe. We continue searching for the castle that lies we know not where. Surely without finding it, Our breasts even covered in blood, We will not fear the lurking beasts until we reach where we are going. Someday we will notice that it is something That cannot be seen with the eyes. we continue searching for the tomorrow, not knowing if it is really there Surely when we come upon it, our entire bodies covered in cuts, Figures of wandering beasts will be known to us without pity, our truth still isn't born.