カーテンを揺らす風が運ぶのは、茂る青葉とガソリンが混じった匂い。
硝子越しに見えるのは、誰か知らない人の夢。
次の瞬間、映像はまぶたに焼き付いた。

The wind shook the curtain, brought the smell of gasoline and green leaves mixed.
Looking through the glass, watching a dream of someone else, whom I never know.
Suddenly the vision was burnt onto my eyelids.

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