every year that day I bloomed
choices are given for me to choose;
any choice leads to treasures weeping
treasures to which of course of equal meaning
may I please not choose
between those two precious treasures?
every year that day I bloomed
am forced to choose,
caught in between, painfully wondering
which treasure to shine, which treasure will rust..
may we stop this feast
before I turned into a beast?
every year that day I bloomed
constantly wishing for that shine to shone
upon those treasures I wish to glow
thinking hard why I cannot choose both
may no one rust as I choose my choice
oh, this year! on the day I bloomed
even just this day, hear my plea
of seeing both treasures shine with glee..
but tears filled my eyes and blurred my sight
realizing how impossible this wish of mine
may I have the strength not to whine..
２２日１０月２０１２年
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