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Mitsuharu Kaneko

Love 8

   No matter what we may say, Taizhen
is no longer with us.

  That ample, soft
jewel-perfect arse no longer exists.

   The shrill farts
that broke out of that arse,

  the days I used to be by her
counting them, one, two, three, four,

the happiness of this Long-lived Fogey
couldn’t be exchanged for the whole land.

   “Thirteen isn’t propitious.
I beg you, try to give us one more.”

  Taizhen would knit her melancholy brow,
concentrating, her face then also glorious.

愛情8

愛情8

なにを申しても、もう
太真はゐない。

 あのゆたかで、柔らかい
玉のお尻は、世にないのだ。

 あのお尻からもれる
疳高いおならを、

 一つ、二つ、三つ、四つと
そばで数取りしてゐた頃の

万歳爺々(こうてい)のしあはせは
四百余州もかへがたかつた。

 ″十三とは、縁起がよくないよ
たのむ、もう一つきばつておくれ″

 太真が、愁眉をよせて
息ばる顔がまた、絶景だったが。
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Love 8

   No matter what we may say, Taizhen
is no longer with us.

  That ample, soft
jewel-perfect arse no longer exists.

   The shrill farts
that broke out of that arse,

  the days I used to be by her
counting them, one, two, three, four,

the happiness of this Long-lived Fogey
couldn’t be exchanged for the whole land.

   “Thirteen isn’t propitious.
I beg you, try to give us one more.”

  Taizhen would knit her melancholy brow,
concentrating, her face then also glorious.

Love 8

   No matter what we may say, Taizhen
is no longer with us.

  That ample, soft
jewel-perfect arse no longer exists.

   The shrill farts
that broke out of that arse,

  the days I used to be by her
counting them, one, two, three, four,

the happiness of this Long-lived Fogey
couldn’t be exchanged for the whole land.

   “Thirteen isn’t propitious.
I beg you, try to give us one more.”

  Taizhen would knit her melancholy brow,
concentrating, her face then also glorious.
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