I would like to tell about an enduring sorrow I have not forgotten, a difficult story. So many times. I don't think I tell it...

There's a line of sorrow that
I'm not going to remember
again.

There's a nearby street that's
forbidden to my footsteps.

There's a mirror that has seen
me for the last time.

There's a door I've closed until
the end of the world.

There are some I'll never open again.

This summer I'll be older than last summer.