Breath

I had an unpleasant dream.
You play at me in the dream.
Is how the kiss that you made
the edge of my lip annoys me understood?

Understood in the dream, and the thing
that the distance of the mind is made to you and me.
It's such sad momentarily awaking
and spills from my both eyes tears.

I cannot be without praying,
saying that "It was still good in the dream"

All ended things and ended things
Memory that I who weathered over there far dream loved.

Neither the amount nor you of the difference
of the age of 11 years still destroy the expression of room,
and I stretch myself.
Please go out, remove my fetter,
and keep free from among me.

"I cannot be likely to do a serious kiss any longer"