While digging the earth to discuss history, a large boulder emerged.

I pulled out this great stone and examined it closely; it looked familiar somehow, but unable to grasp its identity, I simply left it alone.

One night, a sudden shower must have fallen within my heart and washed that stone clean—....

When I went the next day, it was like a strange omen..

That boulder-like thing had vanished without a trace, leaving me with ten thousand thoughts.

Did another stone come and carry it away on its back, or did it leave for some distant place because it had a change of heart?

A truly desolate thought comes to mind.

.....I certainly didn't think much of it when the porters in my heart went to discard the boulder—

But perhaps I grew attached to it because I moved it with care, worried it would be dangerous to leave on the main road.

Of course, rather than letting it get dirty, it is better to place one's emotions so beautifully.

Truly, it is a love like a sudden shower.

......Guest.

I guess—.. you really like that guy.

Feeling quite desolate, I suppose I should compose a text like this, even if only in my heart, and send it to you.

My dear, whom I love so much, I cannot possibly forget you in my entire life. Though I know this love will never reach my turn, I shall keep thinking of you on my own.

Well, then...

You've been chattering away about him all day long.

Doesn't your throat hurt?

May you be beautiful forever.

...No, it's not jealousy.

I'm just wondering why you'd go through the trouble of calling someone over just to talk about another guy the whole time.

.....What a pain.

It felt as if some stone were staring intently at my face, making me want to just tear up a poem like this.