unsent letter
I'm just in my room. I drank a cup of coffee. Although it is becoming December in a week, it isn't cold at all in the early morning.
I think about the contents of a letter for awhile. But that will be never.
It consists of Japanese sentences in my heart. But at least now, I'm never going to be put the words as it is anyplace. In place of that, I can translate that in my hear to English.
“Dear M
You cannot worry about me or what I do. I just wrote this letter for you to be relived. When I translate your works, I'm not so conscious. But day by day, something inside your work captured my heart.
I just took over such work with light mind. I didn't think about it or its influence seriously.
I don't say Good Bye to you. Why?
Last night, I tried to forget you many times. When I sipped the instant coffee in the cup, I noticed that its taste was almost same as what I drank at the cafe with you. And at that moment, I also knew that I don't have to lose my memories.
“That is not the problem of a choice between two things. I can just enjoy the taste of the coffee and see that memory or your figure then there.”
Have a nice day. Tomorrow will have another wind.”