watashi no kazoku

watashi no kazoku wa yon nin desu. chichi to haha to ani to watashi desu. watashi no kazoku wa Yogyakarta ni imasu desu.
Chichi no namae wa Kirjiyat desu. Chichi wa kotoshi roku ju ni-sai desu. chichi no tanjobi wa ichigatsu ju go nichi desu. chichi wa burida desu.
haha no namae wa Sumilah desu. Haha wa kotoshi go ju nana-sai desu. haha no tanjobi wa ju-ni-gatsu san ju ichi nichi desu. haha wa yokufuya desu.
Ani no namae wa Loi Ronasa desu. kare wa kotoshi ni ju nana desu. Kare no tanjobi wa roku-gatsu ju ni nichi desu. kare wa kaishain desu.
watashi no namae wa Linsia onake desu. watashi wa kotoshi ju ku-sai desu. watashi no tanjobi wa ichigatsu itsuka desu. watashi wa gakusai desu.

my only, gardenia

i was in a meadow. there were millions of roses, but i saw a gardenia among those pretty roses. “that’s beautiful” i thought. the only one that was growing without any thorn. the only one that was white, the only one that was sincere. i was so enchanted. beautiful gardenia. i wanted to make it mine. its beauty was imprisoning me. perhaps i could pick that pretty gardenia, as a remedy for the wound left by a rose i had before. my pure gardenia, white, lovely, spotless. i was holding you so close, as if i felt a holy love, the symbol of you. i was holding you so close, never let you go, at the longest. my only one, my only remedy. my only pure, my only holy. my only sincere, my only gardenia. . .

if i knew time

if i knew time
if i knew its name
if i knew its soul
if i could play with time
and i could run it forward
i could run it backward
made it fast