Sunday, September 15, 2013

Seventeen.


SEVENTEEN.

I was born and raised


    In a town near the sea.

    I went back after a long time

    To go to the shopping mall.



    Time is always a magic wand

    That changes the scenery, but

    The roar of waves and
    The scent of the tide
    Are the same as they were in those days.
    Seventeen




    Even now, you are the best

    On the right margin of my yearbook

    Absolutely, you are the best
    How many times did I turn these pages
    To make sure it's there?




    Your house's bottle shop

    Has become a convenience store, right?

    I looked inside the store, and
    You're standing at the cash register.




    Becoming was stylist your dream, and

    Someday we'll have to talk.

    If you don't want to,
    We don't have to.
    It looks to me that you're happy.
    I'm relieved.




    I hear that you're yearning for marriage

    If that's the case, it's too late to say I like you

    I hear you also want children
    Without talking, it's a
    Farewell to youth.




    Even now, you are the best

    On the right margin of my yearbook

    Absolutely, you are the best
    How many times did I turn these pages
    To make sure it's there?




    Even now, you are the best

    In my memories, you shine

    Absolutely, you are the best
    As it is, it will always be
    A person's first love.

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