Thursday, April 29, 2021

Brush Ur Opalescent Hair

 オパール色の髪を持つ子供がいた。母親は幽霊専門医と保育室を兼任するほどの明るさを持っていたので、子供の中にも悪人がいることをすっかり忘れた1日があった。その日オパール色の髪の子供は、板に車を付け器用に走らせたがその姿が気に入らない教師が、クルクル回る車を蹴り上げた。悪人達は笑い髪を引っ張った。オパール色の髪の少年は怒りを知らずにいたので戸惑い、悪人達と同じように笑った。

その日からオパール色の髪は、一本ずつ黒くなり金色になり、暗くなり白くなった。

裏庭から続くパゴタの階段を登り吐く息と髪が混じり合った時蝋燭の炎が紫とオレンジに揺れ脚を真っ直ぐに踏み出した。

ふたつの炎は真っ直ぐに伸びてドラムの音が鳴り響いた。後になって気づく感情をしっかりと感じ始めた時少年の髪はオパール色に戻った。季節は春だった。

少年は長い手紙を書き、ガラス瓶に詰めた。雨降りの中海を目指し歩き出した。


どこもスピードが速すぎるので天とは関係なくただ軽いことでその界隈に馴染んでしまう。オロオロとひとりでいれば生きていけない。それでも良いとオパール色の髪の子供はまた真っ直ぐに炎を上げた。今や幽霊専門医にも保育士になるにも自分の心は熱すぎる。

そう考えるうちに、その熱は世界に散らばるガラスの粉を溶かしていた。

自分が持っていたはずの瓶も溶けて長い手紙は風の神に運ばれてしまった。


There was a child with opalescent hair. His mother was so bright that she worked as a ghost doctor and in the nursery, so there was a day when she completely forgot that there were evil people among the children. That day, a child with opalescent hair attached wheels to a board and dexterously rided on it, but the teacher, who didn't like his appearance, kicked the spinning car. The bad guys laughed and pulled his hair. The boy, an opal-haired kid, was confused because he had never known anger, so he laughed just like the bad guys.

From that day on, one by one, the opalescent hair turned black and golden, then dark and white.

As I climbed the pagoda steps leading from the backyard, my breath mingling with my hair, the candle flames flickering purple and orange, I stepped straight out.

The two flames stretched straight out and the sound of drums rang out. The boy's hair turned back to opal as he began to feel the emotions he would later realize were solid. The season was spring.

The boy wrote a long letter and packed it in a glass bottle. He walked out to the rainy sea.


Everywhere is too fast, so regardless of the heavens, you just have to be light and you will fit into the neighborhood. It's hard to survive when you're alone. But that's okay, the child with the opalescent hair blazed straight up again. Now my heart is too hot to be a ghost specialist or a nursery school teacher.

As he thought about it, the heat was melting the glass dust that littered the world.

The bottle he was supposed to be holding also melted and the long letter was carried away by the god of wind.

Thank you for looking through this🧩

I hope you are well🤎🧡


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