角を曲がるといつも
消え失せてしまう言葉だけど
心の中では 切れて仕方ない
この指の先でそっと
ふき取れるはずの言葉だけど
積もり始めたら 泣けて仕方ない
月が近づけば少しはましだろう
It is a word that always vanishes when turning a corner.
However in the mind,it cuts.
It is a word that should be able to be wiped off this finger ahead quietly.
However when it begins to accumulate,I cry.
If the moon approaches, it might be a little better.