A Girl was climbing up.
She hated everything of grown ups.
Wanted to go to starry sky
It's shinning like beautiful sound drops.
But, In empty cold sky
Hate doesn't mean any
Even the word seemed slipped out of her memory
So, She may could become a star,
There's and end of it.
She brought back memory of her.
Flowers of the apple tree on the earth.
Pistil and stamen exchanged whisper
To become a glossy red fruit together.
And, She was believing her mama and papa were dirty but no
- That time, She got run over by a car -
事故
少女は のぼつていつた
大人たちの 何も彼もが嫌になつて
美しい音の したたりのように光る星空へ
でも 何もないさむい空
憎むことだつて意味がない
ことばだつて忘れそう
星になれたとしても それだけではないか
少女は思い出す
地上の りんごの花のこと
おしべとめしべが ささやきかわし
つややかな朱い実になることを
そして あんなに
けがらわしいと思つた パパとママ
――そのとき
少女は轢かれたんです――
棚谷 しげ子
