血潮は紙に、心は文字に。
my blood wants papers my body wants words.
幾たびの書店を越えて完読。
I have read over a thousand bookstore.
ただの一度も読み飛ばしは無く、
Unaware for skip.
ただの一度の読み違いも無い。
Nor awawre for miss.
片手には常にしおり 本を胸に読後感に酔う。
Have withstood pain to gain many books.
故に、我が生涯の意味は一つ。
Yet,these hands will hold only one thing.
この体は、無限に本を読んでいた。
My whole life was, “unlimited reading books”
Fruit is my body, and flesh is my blood.
I have created over a thousand harvest.
Unknown to packing.
Nor known to shipped.
Have withstood pain to create desperation liqueur.
Yet, those hands will never hold anything.
So as I pray, unlimited strawberry works.