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Hiroshi Kawasaki

SNOW

I’d like to meet
the Snow Woman*.

I’d like to draw on that hot skin of hers
a picture of a snow crystal
found nowhere else.

Not about the present day or crimes and so on,
but I’d like to tell a story more secret
and more true.
And I wish to defend it
with my entire being.

When it starts snowing,
my heart or body,
I don’t know which,
begins to tremble.
Isn’t that because,
though I had met the Snow Woman long ago,
the snow has made me SNOW

I’d like to meet
the Snow Woman.

I’d like to draw on that hot skin of hers
a picture of a snow crystal
found nowhere else.

Not about the present day or crimes and so on,
but I’d like to tell a story more secret
and more true.
And I wish to defend it
with my entire being.

When it starts snowing,
my heart or body,
I don’t know which,
begins to tremble.
Isn’t that because,
though I had met the Snow Woman long ago,
the snow has made me forget
all about it?

SNOW

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SNOW

I’d like to meet
the Snow Woman*.

I’d like to draw on that hot skin of hers
a picture of a snow crystal
found nowhere else.

Not about the present day or crimes and so on,
but I’d like to tell a story more secret
and more true.
And I wish to defend it
with my entire being.

When it starts snowing,
my heart or body,
I don’t know which,
begins to tremble.
Isn’t that because,
though I had met the Snow Woman long ago,
the snow has made me SNOW

I’d like to meet
the Snow Woman.

I’d like to draw on that hot skin of hers
a picture of a snow crystal
found nowhere else.

Not about the present day or crimes and so on,
but I’d like to tell a story more secret
and more true.
And I wish to defend it
with my entire being.

When it starts snowing,
my heart or body,
I don’t know which,
begins to tremble.
Isn’t that because,
though I had met the Snow Woman long ago,
the snow has made me forget
all about it?

SNOW

I’d like to meet
the Snow Woman*.

I’d like to draw on that hot skin of hers
a picture of a snow crystal
found nowhere else.

Not about the present day or crimes and so on,
but I’d like to tell a story more secret
and more true.
And I wish to defend it
with my entire being.

When it starts snowing,
my heart or body,
I don’t know which,
begins to tremble.
Isn’t that because,
though I had met the Snow Woman long ago,
the snow has made me SNOW

I’d like to meet
the Snow Woman.

I’d like to draw on that hot skin of hers
a picture of a snow crystal
found nowhere else.

Not about the present day or crimes and so on,
but I’d like to tell a story more secret
and more true.
And I wish to defend it
with my entire being.

When it starts snowing,
my heart or body,
I don’t know which,
begins to tremble.
Isn’t that because,
though I had met the Snow Woman long ago,
the snow has made me forget
all about it?
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