Paper Plane (Japanese/Furukawa Shuntaro)
Even if it is not satisfactory, if there are a few words
I was formed like a compound from a place where there is nothing You will feel at peace
Although sometimes you think that it is too late to say that you have a job
Sometimes you also think that what you say is not completely ridiculous
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I don’t know who threw a paper airplane from the window on the 28th floor of the building where I was.
It was almost like a piece of paper being tossed by the wind
Falling in The parking lot of the police station across the road
Sometimes it showed dignity and flew horizontally
The dozens of seconds the paper plane floated in the air made me satisfied
I call it poetry
Born from pain but not related to pain
Derived from experience but not experience
Similar to but different from joy Joy is calm
But there is no guarantee that it will be higher than the vicious attacks when a couple quarrels
Because poetry never makes any promises
It just lets us Peering through the cracks
The phantom of an impossible reconciliation between the world and ourselves