On a Sunday,
With such the strong power
And such the weight as something pumps up,
A certain desire which did not allow resistance
Came into and inflated my heart.
I was provoked by this desire
To jump out of my daily life
And I left for a town
That was away with so many stations.
In the train car
My heart kept saying,
\"Go back.”
But this word in vain continued to be defeated by the power
Of the desire which inflated my heart. Presently
The train reached my goal.
But before long
My heart atrophied by a bleak atmosphere of the town,
And I began to feel the desire which had provoked me
To get here was absurd.
My legs began to walk and to leave this town.
\"Evade, evade,” my heart said.
The power to inflate my heart was lost any more.
A expressway ran overhead.
I walked along the highway below the expressway.
There was nothing to watch. It was the monotonous view.
Merely in the shade of the expressway, automobiles like the shadows were running.
Few people were walking like me.
I walked and got two stations back.
I phoned my friend and said,
\"Please tell me to go home.”
My friend said to me,
\"Go home.”
Then I could ride in a train to go home.
But the scar of this day’s temptation have been left
Without vanishing away.