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Love….?

Old Friend…

Recently, I’ve been sorting out my old pictures and letters. Now that I use e-mail and chatting, I hardly write letters anymore. I found one letter that was given to me before I left for Japan from a friend that I met in Paris. It said, “Out of billions of people I was able to meet you so no matter how far away we are separated from each other, someday, we’ll meet again.” He was a very good friend who listened to my problems and gave me advice when I was living alone. Today, we can become “friends” with a person with one button on a computer and we can talk to people face to face although we are in a different place, but I want to spend time with people where I can see the see and feel the same things. I meet a lot of people lately but I haven’t have an encounter where I can experience the exact same thing with a person. Will there ever be a time for me again where I can spend the whole night with somebody without worrying about time? 最近、私は写真や手紙の整理をしている。メールやチャット するようになってから手紙を書く事少なくなった。パリで知り合った友達が私が帰国する時にくれた手紙が出て来た。”僕たちは何百億万分の一の確率で出会っ て友達になったのだから離れて暮らしてもきっと又、会えるよ”と書いてあった。彼は一人で暮らしていた私のとても良い相談相手だった。今はクリック一つで 世界中の人と友達になれるし、顔を見ながら話だって出来るけれど、私はやはり、同じ時間の中で、同じ風景を見ながら過ごしたい。最近、出会いは多いけど同 じ空間を共有出来るよな、肌が触れ合うような関係はないな。。家に帰る時間も気にせず一晩中、誰かと過ごす事なんてまたあるかな？

Tomorrow….

Time was really just made on Sunday after a long time, and I could go to church. I thought how long to be run after time. The margin of the heart is proportional to the margin of time. It seems to have rifted a widow of an earthquake, and water starts to come out from a basement, and I have begun to put the baggage in order. An old picture and the goods of a memory have come out. If the family’s picture and old one were being seen, the time was remembered. It isn’t a complaint of a song, but does one stand up in the future at that time in the future at that time? I thought so, I think, seem for I think that there are a lot of ones of not going. As the other side of the night sky will be light tomorrow. . 本当に久しぶりに日曜日に時間ができて、教会に行く事ができた。どれだけ時間に追われているのだろうと考えた。心の余裕が時間の余裕と比例している。地震の後家に亀裂が入ったらしく、地下室から水が出てくるようになり、荷物の整理をし始めた。昔の写真や思い出の品物が出て来た。家族の写真や昔の自分をみていたらその頃の事を思い出した。歌の文句ではないけれどあの頃の未来にあの頃の未来に自分は立っているのだろうか？やっぱり思うようにはいかない事の方が多いみたい。夜空の向こう側は明るい明日でありますように。。