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8/31/2025, 11:52:40 PM

8月31日、午後5時


毎年この日になると

切なさが込み上げてくる

とっくに仕事は始まっていて

提出しないといけない

宿題もないのに

夏はまだまだ続くのになぜだろう

ああ、そうだ

今日はあの子の誕生日


August 31st, 5 p.m.

Every year on this day,
a quiet ache rises in me.

Work has long since begun,
there’s no homework left
to turn in,
and summer still lingers on.

So why this heaviness?

Ah, yes—
today is her birthday.

8/22/2025, 12:02:52 AM

君と飛び立つ


テレビで見た観光地

何気ない会話の中で名前を出したら

一緒に行ってみない?

その提案がとても嬉しかった

僕の中で君は特別だったけど

君の中でも僕は特別と言ってもらえた気がする

小さな部屋の中で拳を握る


Flying Away With You

A place I saw on TV,
mentioned in passing,
just small talk between us.

But then you said,
“Why don’t we go together?”

That simple suggestion
lit me up inside.

To me, you were already special.
And in that moment,
I felt—
I was special to you, too.

In my small room,
I clenched my fist,
holding on to joy.

8/20/2025, 11:56:16 PM

きっと忘れない


3年間をかけて挑んだ大会

終わった瞬間の景色を

切磋琢磨した仲間の顔を

目に焼き付けた

絶対に忘れないと思っていた

今はぼんやりとしか思い出せない

目を閉じて集中する



Surely, I Wouldn’t Forget

Three years of sweat and struggle,
all poured into one tournament.

The moment it ended,
I burned the scene into my eyes—
the faces of teammates,
honed by struggle.

I swore those images
would never leave me.

And yet,
time has softened their edges.
Now they return only dimly,
like photographs left too long in the sun.

So I close my eyes,
breathe,
and reach for them once more.

8/19/2025, 11:55:52 PM

なぜ泣くの?と聞かれたから



なぜ泣いているの?

母が優しく癒してくれた

友達が深く同情してくれた

彼が抱きしめながら聞いてきた

その顔を思いっきり

叩いてしまいたかったけど

不思議と彼を強く抱きしめている

大好きだから大嫌い


When he asked, “Why are you crying?”

Why am I crying?

My mother healed me
with quiet tenderness.
My friends offered
their deepest sympathy.

And then he held me close,
asking softly,
“Why are you crying?”

For an instant,
I longed to strike
the face before me.

Yet strangely,
my arms only drew him closer.

Because he is
the one I love—
and the one I cannot bear.

8/18/2025, 11:52:49 PM

足音


気づかれないように

こっそりとドアを開けて帰宅する

初めての朝帰り

悪いことではないんだろうけど

少しドキドキする

起こさないように

こっそりとキッチンに向かう


Footsteps

I quietly open the door,
slipping inside unnoticed.

My first time
coming home at dawn.
Not really wrong,
but my heart still beats fast.

I head to the kitchen,
quietly.

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