Babel / バベルの塔

Slowly are minutes floating away
Don't expect to meet them anymore
Even if giving up the past is a bit sad
Everything the best is still ahead
Like a carpet,like a carpet
A long road unrolls ahead
And it pushes up against the sky

Everyone,everyone believes in the best
Rolling and rolling ahead,a blue wagon
Accidentally might have hurt someone
The calendar will not keep that day
To all new adventures we are rushing,friends
Hey,train driver,add some speed for us
Like a carpet,like a carpet
A long road unrolls ahead
And it pushes up against the sky

Everyone,everyone believes in the best
Rolling and rolling ahead,a blue wagon
The blue wagon roll and runs ahead
Rushing engines picking up some speed
Why,oh,why is this day ending
I wish it would last a whole year
Like a carpet,like a carpet
A long road unrolls ahead
And it pushes up against the sky

Everyone,everyone believes in the best
Rolling and rolling ahead,a blue wagon

Stomach pain,a serious pain.

I am staring at the man on the platform,he is teaching the definite integral.I listened for a while,sleepy.But the ache coming into my mind again and again,I'm not myself.

Look out of the window,the bright sunlight is dropping down from the white clouds,crashed on the surface of classroom.The seat near the window gets transparent,under the winter afternoon sky,seems especially pale.

I'm covering my stomach,and beginning to miss O.

That also should be a winter,bright sunshine,blue sky,and haven't snow all along.There also a man was teaching something with swashing saliva.I felt sleepy,lay on my table softly.

O said to me,you are a pain in the neck,who as meek as a lamp to everyone forever,but never listen to others,always say yes to everyone,but think about an opposite idea in the brain,have a strong possessive instinct,but control yourself not be into anything.You self-righteous,deceptive,totally asshole.

I haven't eaten lunch at noon,I bought a pile of cakes and cookie.Ate all,all were serious sweet.And now,it become a serious stomachache.

O loved sweet.

O liked to eat lollipop in class.There were books,notes on the table,and her cellphone always been threw on the top left conner.She tore apart those plastic things that go around lollipop,and filled the candy into her mouth,let her right face bulged,then lay on her table.

I didn't tell O that looks make me crazy,and I steady thought that looks would belong to me,forever.

O said to me that her boyfriend should be a simple boy,no smoking,no drinking,play basketball,and do a officer in the future after a study in one military school.I said,you must be describing me!She stared at me and tapped her ash,said,fuck off.

I thought O belonged to me is because I think nobody could get O except me.O was eighteen,she was in the prime in the life.She has two charming eyes and a lovely nose,those were not important,the important thing was I found she had such an unique lonely smell.And me,too.

I watch the teacher is drinking water on the platform,his Adam's apple up and down,just like my stomach.There are many people around me,but I feel it seems like a deep night,people turn to black and fuzzy slowly,and disappear.Suddenly I find O has gone,and never back.A bitter and tart feeling on my tongue,like cigarette's taste.

O said to me,one day,you will miss me very much,and I don't know,nobody knows,and then,you like a ghost in the group,unhappy,lonely and bored.

I feel pain now.And I hope the class over quickly,and run away the next class to buy cigarette.I don't have a watch,and the cellphone doesn't work.So I don't know how long I will wait.I know the pain will over,but the mood of wait let me mad.

I watched this movie last night, there is no doubt that I like it, and those words are the reason.

　　SEAN ： Stayed up half the night thinkin' about it. Something occurred to me. I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, and I haven't thought about you since. You know what occurred to me?

　　SEAN ： You're just a kid. You don't have the faintest idea of what you're talkin' about.

　　SEAN： So, if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny of Every art book ever written. Michelangelo. You know a lot about him: life's work, political aspirations, him and the Pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at the beautiful ceiling, seen that.
　　
　　SEAN：If I ask you about women, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what if feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid.
　　
　　And I ask you about war, you'd probably, uh, throw Shakespeare at me, right?"once more unto the breach, dear friends..." But you've never bee near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, and watched him gasp his last breath, lookin' to your for help.
　　
　　I ask you about love, you'll probably quote me s sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable, known someone that could level you with her eyes, feelin' like God put and angel on earth just for you,who could rescue you from the depths of hell, and you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anyghin, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sittin' up in a hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself.
　　
　　I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you. I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared-shitless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possible understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me, because you saw a painting of mine. You ripped my fuckin' life apart. You're an orphan, right? Do you think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been? How you feel? Who you are? Because I read Oliver TWist?Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit about all that. Because you know what? I can't learn anything from you I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless, you wanna talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fasci ated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that, do you, sport? You're terrified of what you might say.

That's fantastic lines, those wards have the power that sink deep into the hearts of people. I also like the thought of the movie, that is you guys should know what do you want and follow your heart, yes, what do you want, that is a question.

Do you guys really know what do you want? Do you really think of it seriously? Okey, if you know what is your want, did you follow your heart do something no matter whatever anything is happening. Dare you?

It's not your fault.
The man was crying for this sentence, I was touched, too. I know the feeling that your drunk father beat your mam and you just for fun, that fucked up, you will think that is all my fault again and again, because I am a bad boy, so my father beat me, because mam gave birth to me, a bad bay, so he beat her, it's my fault, it's my fault....

At the end, the genius drove his poor car gone to California, 'I had to go to see about a girl.' he said. That's nice, isn't it?

やんです、初めて登場します、よろしく。私の日本語はよくありません、しかし私は努力しています。今度が書くのがこんなに多いです。バイバイ～