From a hillside, a forest edge
With soft hands
pick up
This leaf-shaped heart
Probably not very deep.
Only traces of frost.
That reminds me.
One night, a boulevard.
By an embarrassing little mouth.
From my shoulder
The sunset glow that was gently blown away.
Now I'm back in my heart
Extremely heavy
I can deny this maple leaf.
Deny, such as refusing an intimate act.
But since then, every time the atmosphere
I can't help looking back.
Listen to the quiver of your branches.