On
this
not muggy August day
I
met my love Makoto
I,
a lean American dark-haired young man,
Had
no experience with goddess-like women
But
I decided to try my best to woe this Japanese goddess of love
I
can win her
And
began walking like a proud lion
But
then…
An
icy fear seizes me
What
if she doesn’t like me?
What
if she does?
There’s
only one way to find out
I
made it to her
Makoto
looks up at me
“Hi.”
I said.
“Konnichiwa!”
said she
We
ended up talking for hours at a time
Sasho-no
Deai
Ni
kore
atsui mushiatsui Hachigatsu hi
Boku
ichigen watashi-no ai Makoto
Boku,
hitotsu-no Amerikajin kurayami-kami-noke wakai otoko,
Surugayoi
nai keiken to issho ni megami-ni-niteiru nyonin
O-nozoite
Boku kimerued e kokoromi watashi-no ichiban e sainan kore Nihonjin
megami
no ai
Boku
dekiru shori suru kanojo-no
Watashutachi-no
atsumari arutoki ni ano yawarakai midori sibafu no watashutachi-no
atarashii
gakko jimens
Boku
atsumarued e watashi-no yuki
Soshite
began aruking ni-niteiru hitotsu-no hokoritakai raion
O-nozoite
soshite sugu ni….
Hitotsu-no
tsumetai kyofu tsukamu watashi-o
Nan-no
moshi-mo kanajo ikkounikamawanai ni-niteiru watashi-o?
Nan-no
moshi-mo kanajo butanishinju?
A-soko
de’s yuiitsu-no ichi hoho e mitsukeru sukkari
Boku
kinsei sore-ga e kanajo
Makoto
miru kotos ue-de de watashi-o
“Hi.”
Boku zenki
“Konnichiwa!”
zenki kanajo
Watashutachi
owaried ue-de kaiwaing no tame ni ichijikans de hitotsu-no jikan
