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When I was little, while playing house<br>
When I was still small, I once cut my hand while playing house.
There was a time when I cut my hand.<br>
Borrowed things, fake things, made things...
Borrowed things, wooden toys, and things that I made<br>
It is because a real one was mixed in within all those cooking utensils.
Because among all these tiny cooking utensils<br>
While I was playing with this pretty sharp object, I have cut myself between the fingers.
There was one genuine item mixed in.<br>
When I returned to my mother with a red hand,
Playing with that shiny, ornate knife in hand<br>
I remember her scolding me, then crying, and then kindly embracing me.
I had cut my hand deeply without realising it.<br>
Mother said it must have hurt.
When I ran to my mother with hands stained red<br>
More than those words that I did not understand, I was more happy about the fact that mother embraced me, and I started crying with my mother.
I remember how she first chastised me,<br>
Fujino, the pain would go away once the cut heals...
Then started crying while embracing me softly.<br>
Mother said so as she wrapped bandages around me.
It must be painful, my mother said to me.<br>
I do not know what those words mean...
Rather than such meaningless words<br>
Because not even once did I feel any pain.
I liked the fact that mother was holding me tightly and started to cry with her.<br>
Fujino, a wound doesn't hurt if it heals.<br>
My mother told me while applying a white bandage.<br>
I still don't know the meaning of those words.<br>
Because, I've never experienced the thing called pain.


/Remaining Sense of Pain
3. Remaining Sense of Pain (Ever cry, never life) -Asagami Fujino-
 
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Revision as of 17:42, 14 January 2007

When I was still small, I once cut my hand while playing house. Borrowed things, fake things, made things... It is because a real one was mixed in within all those cooking utensils. While I was playing with this pretty sharp object, I have cut myself between the fingers. When I returned to my mother with a red hand, I remember her scolding me, then crying, and then kindly embracing me. Mother said it must have hurt. More than those words that I did not understand, I was more happy about the fact that mother embraced me, and I started crying with my mother. Fujino, the pain would go away once the cut heals... Mother said so as she wrapped bandages around me. I do not know what those words mean... Because not even once did I feel any pain.

3. Remaining Sense of Pain (Ever cry, never life) -Asagami Fujino-