
朝を指す時間
澄みきった
空。
願いは
置いてきた。
鳥居は
何も言わない。
それでも
歩き出せる。
— atch-k
Pointing Toward Morning
At the edge of frozen light,
a spring without a name
holds its breath.
My thoughts
are already far away;
only the sound of shoes
is drawing closer.
Time,
white and still,
does not move—
and yet
it points toward morning.
— atch-k

