Psalm 1  An Autumn Day


Light comes into the room through a south-facing window.

I don’t find it annoying.

For the sun’s rays may illuminate my heart.

How long will the long fight last?

What on earth am I fighting against?

When I feel sorry for myself, I am completely overwhelmed by myself.

The person I am fighting will have no idea what I am going through.

This disturbs me even more.

The fight continues in the quiet, inaudible room.

I think to myself, I’m not going to fight anymore,

it would be the same as falling into a deep sleep.

As long as this day lasts, this fight will continue.

Lose it.

Stupid and helpless.

I, who have been howling in the distance without a voice.

How beautiful is the howl of a wolf?

Its howl is to someone far away, whom it does not know.

To someone far away.

I feel nothing and wonder when I will fall into a distant sleep.

Even if I don’t do anything.

Only time.


No, not slowly.

Its speed is already running at a speed

My mind follows the flow of time

in my head, following the flow of time.

You might as well be talking to clouds in the distance.

Seemingly unanswerable at first glance.

But I know that is not the case.

Thank you for your comfort.

Tomorrow, I will be comforted by a different cloud than today.


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竹 慎一郎