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。。
