Hydrangea (Ajisai)

Ingles

If I relied only on the leftover scent to remind me of the days gone by,

I would have cried weakly until the flowers withered.

Our homes were in different places, but we only had one umbrella
because I didn’t want to get wet, I said farewell.

If I turn the corner on this street where the hydrangea bloom I’ll reach your room.
The few distances, now are so far.

The bangs that covered your eyelashes, slightly raised,

And the purple color of the nails on your drawing hand…

The one time I looked for the you unknown to me
I came to regret the time, the year, I had had spent.

On the morning of our reunion
when I saw all the things we all carry on our backs to make a living
I couldn’t smile well.
With myself I move towards a spiral of regret.

When you said “see ya” and waved goodbye

I could see the tan lines on your ring finger
that kind lie you told me was the first and the last.

If I turn the corner on this street where the hydrangea

bloom I’ll reach your room.
The few distances, now are so far.

Still so far away.