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When I was still small, I once cut my hand while playing house. | When I was still small, I once cut my hand while playing house. | ||
Borrowed things, | |||
Borrowed things, imitated things, fabricated things... | |||
While I was playing with this | |||
A real one was mixed in with all those cooking utensils. | |||
While I was playing with this sharp toy, I cut myself between the fingers. | |||
I returned to my mother with my hand red and painful, | |||
I remember her scolding me, then crying, and then kindly embracing me. | I remember her scolding me, then crying, and then kindly embracing me. | ||
Mother said it must have hurt. | Mother said it must have hurt. | ||
Fujino, the pain | I was happy, not because of those words that I did not understand; rather, I was happier about the fact that mother embraced me, so I started crying with my mother. | ||
"Fujino, the pain will go away once the cut heals..." | |||
Mother said so as she wrapped bandages around me. | Mother said so as she wrapped bandages around me. | ||
I do not know what those words | |||
I do not know what those words meant... | |||
Because not even once did I feel any pain. | Because not even once did I feel any pain. | ||
----- | ／Remaining Sense of Pain (Ever cry, never life) -Asagami Fujino- | ||
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Latest revision as of 15:43, 2 May 2009
When I was still small, I once cut my hand while playing house.
Borrowed things, imitated things, fabricated things...
A real one was mixed in with all those cooking utensils.
While I was playing with this sharp toy, I cut myself between the fingers.
I returned to my mother with my hand red and painful,
I remember her scolding me, then crying, and then kindly embracing me.
Mother said it must have hurt.
I was happy, not because of those words that I did not understand; rather, I was happier about the fact that mother embraced me, so I started crying with my mother.
"Fujino, the pain will go away once the cut heals..."
Mother said so as she wrapped bandages around me.
I do not know what those words meant...
Because not even once did I feel any pain.
／Remaining Sense of Pain (Ever cry, never life) -Asagami Fujino-
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