清らかな心が欲しいと思った
どんなものか知らないけど
石は磨く
窓は拭く
水はろ過する
では有機体は？
はたけばほこりは
くらげのように漂い
また肩に落ちる
拭えば手のひらが黒ずむ
清らかな心が欲しいと思った
信じられないくらいの無色透明が
向こう側しか見えないほどの透明度が
自分の形は
この方がよくわかるのだけど
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Pure heart.
Yeah, I wanted that.
But didn’t know what it’s like.
Stones can be shined.
Windows can be wiped.
Water can be filtered.
Then, what about an organism?
Beatings made dust float in the air like jellyfish,
Just to let it settle on the same shoulders.
Wiping transferred it onto my palms.
I wished my heart purified.
So unbelievably colorless, so unbelievably transparent
That you can only see the other side.
As for my outline, though,
I can recognize it better in this way.