I red your greeting card.
Thank you. I'll never forget the day.
I took off the clean sheet wrapping the envelop tightly.
How? Perhaps as possible as politely.
Smelled. Your smell! I couldn't distinguish the smell.
What kind of incense do you use?
It was surely in my remembrance. How sweet you are!
My dear! I call you "my love". Please, please accept it.
I eagerly want to live with you even if it might be
Only one day(or single night).
I know where your lips were put.
I feel your warm and chilly fingertips remaining on the paper.
I understand why you denied to tell me your address before.
The material brings you directly.
I opened the envelop with my scissors.
Following the letters pressed gold foil leaf,
Your greeting written in my language!
Smiling lovely kana-letters as you do as usual.
You! Your signature put down by the hand of yourself.
Now you look a little serious.
In the etching imprinted by your pen point,
Recorded your image bending slightly forward, signing your name.
Red is the color, you Chinese very fond of, isn't it?
We sink into the color. That is
The small room for lovers partitioned by 3 folded screen.
How can I stop the flavor volatilizing?
How can I learn this smell by heart?
Can I recollect the smell after the flavor has gone away?
I restored your letter into the clear sheet wrapped the envelop.
Why? If possible, to keep the flavor as long as eternity.
 M.N. 7/1/2000
Japanese edition,
Roman letters edition  |
