Forgotten moon dimly shines on me.
Only noisy pandemic news runs whole over the world.

Even usually felt so noisy, loosened faucet dripping water sound heard so gentle.
That loneliness, my remotely present sweetheart must listen to either it, alone in her room.

If my body would be vanished from this world, her breath would be left to the place, somewhere else in world, no sorry to me even in death, no regret could be left on the earth.

No discrimination assault is done to anyone, in world.
All miserably pitiless running is extraordinarily materialistic. Its power is even so frightfully vertically beautiful, coz it is the so far strongest in world.
Why are never we for the present win them?

But our own memory is another thing. It must never be stolen even by virus!

In world, dim and so small invisibly vague light from the moon, so vaguely dimly shining, it’s so complete anonymity, somewhat so integral for some ones are fragrant, coz it’s dimly opaque, the sort of it must exist!

As if dimmer moonlight for me is so commonplace beauty and just coz of it, so precious for me.
But how could it be seen to her, with her silent breath, but even it could be heard only to me now, that’s so amazing!
(Apr. 15th. 2020)