Secret love


君だけに話すね

打ち明けられた

僕の親友への想い

秘密にしてねと約束した

話したい

恋のキューピッドになってみたい

他人事だからこそ

もどかしい

でもきっとパイは破けてしまうだろうな



Secret Love

I’ll tell you,
but only you.

He confessed to me
his feelings for my best friend.
Made me promise—
keep it secret.

And yet I want to talk,
to play the matchmaker,
to push love forward.

But because it isn’t mine,
I’m left restless,
caught in the ache of someone else’s story.

And sooner or later,
this fragile crust of secrecy
is bound to crack.

夏の忘れ物を探しに



やり残したことがある気がして

ちゃんと思い返すと

そもそも何もやってなかったことを思い出して

急に外へ出てみる

むせかえる様な暑さに怯む

近くのコンビニが輝いて見える

一夏の思い出、間に合うかな、、、

大丈夫

まだまだ夏は終わらない


Searching for Summer’s Leftovers

I feel as if I left something undone.
But when I think it through,
I realize—I never did anything at all.

So I step outside on a whim.
The heat nearly knocks me back,
and the corner store nearby
seems to shine in the haze.

Can I still make
a memory of this summer?

It’s fine.
Summer isn’t over yet.

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.

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.

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.