I want to listen to your singing.

At that winter day, yes, the day three days before Christmas,

A song you sung

I want to listen to once again.

Because I craze for listening it,

In my bottom of my mind, your song never stops as my ears ring or sing.

But it never heals me so much never as you sing it with your voice.

I want to listen to you singing.

At winter day, yes, today two days after Christmas was over,

A song you sung

I want to listen to once again.

Because I craze for listening to it,

from my bottom of my heart, I sung it mimicking you singing putting me in your mind.

But it never be copied so like ever as you sing it with your voice.

I was wondering at that time.

But with your talk when you sung that song,

I deleted my wonder.

I want to listen to your singing.

That talk without any pretension once again.

I want to listen to you singing.

A word you talked

I want to listen to once again.

Because I craze for listening to it,

now, that day’s voice of you revives lyrical world

in my deep inside of my brain.

Accidentally your voice crosses my heart over sentimentally.

(6,7th Dec. 2017)

Memo: Several days ago, at TV broadcasting network Fuji I heard a voice of Ringo Shiina as my favorite singer in Japan, enchanting her, then I tried to write this in the situation she sung those in her unknown days before her debut to someone in the street corner.