| You were crying with an apple candy in one hand… walking into the twilight
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| «Where's Mommy?"your eyes the shape of the moon burn inside my head and I hold
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| you.
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| It’s August, when the insects start to cry at the sensu shop on the Gion Hill.
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| The happy month of May that this child is looking foward to will not come.
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| Paper balloons fly high in the sky.
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| There, the tears overflow with the memories of the red candy ball as it melts
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| together until it’s gone.
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| I wake up at 4 o’clock in the morning by the sound of a small cry.
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| I put the child to sleep by reading the child’s favorite book. |
| Good Bye.
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| Paper balloons fly high in the sky.
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| There the tears overflow with the memories of the red candy ball as it melts
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| together until it’s gone.
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| How many more years will it take for the tears to be all gone? |
| The sun sets,
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| underneath the burial is The truth and…
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| 13 o’clock in the afternoon, not a single sound of the wind can be heard.
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| Her body, still to this day,
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| Lie very guiet, underneath the tatami. |