
I went to bed about midnight, but I could not sleep.
I happened to remember that in a bamboo trunk in a corner of the room there was a bundle of letters .
When I remembered it, I felt as if I had been lit up by the spring moon in a dark forest.
My poor friend could not understand the deep yearning and pain in life.
Feeling unbearably lonely.
I returned to my room....
Realizing that the friend who I had thought understood me as thoroughly as I had him was unable, ultimately, to understand to anguish and pain at the bottom of my heart made me feel unbearably dreary.
We are each separate.......
This thought left me indescribably sad.
Suddenly (want to) walking at midnight
And wanting to cry for no reason at all -
I (just) pull this quilt over my head.
Takuboku Ishikawa, 1909
(For You only, and forgive me also)
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