In the countryside where the stars are lower than the lights.
I will grow old slowly.
Counting elm branches and ceramics
Then do the math.
Spring comes a little late.
Your adopted puppy.
I'm senile now.
This is the God you promised me, right?
Still by the fireplace
Listen to me read poetry.
this year
I need to read with a magnifying glass
Those letters you wrote to me.
Two more typos were found.
Some things have to wait until now to understand.
love
Sometimes I climb the wool and listen to the radio.
Even drink old tea.
I'm going to sleep quietly, too
Oh!
I can't change anything.
This little bad habit
Because of occasional sleepiness
I can bring you to see me.
According to the doctor.
I will gradually lose the ability to name things.
Can no longer understand correctly
Season, time and life and death
But what does it matter?
They won't make you farther or closer.
"I'm within your reach."
You said it, and I believed it.
But what should we do?
I see more cherry blossoms and sycamore trees in one season than you.
And dates planted by our two sons.
Green, red and left.
The whole garden is.
I'm getting closer to you, too. ...