きみが宙とも風とも呼べないような場所を見るときの
きみが二人の書簡を、もうこの世にはない言葉を呼ぶときの
きみがまだ降り始める前の雪を読むときの
きみのたどたどしさに恋い焦がれる
夜明け前、灯し火の中に鈍く光るびいどろの中に
ほんの少し苦しい音を聴いた気がする
when you are watching the place which can’t be called sky or wind,
when you are calling our letters, in which the words don’t already exist in this world,
when you are reading the snow before falling,
i know i see you a certain yearning wistfulness in my eyes.
before dawn, I felt as if I had heard a little sad voice in the cat’s-eye
shined dully by the lamp