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どうせ、読まれはしない。
きっと誰も封を開けない。
届かない手紙は、昨日引き出しにしまっておいた。
どうせ、誰も見つけやしない。
真っ暗な引き出しの中で。
書かれた文字は引き出しの中で踊りだす。
青のインクの文字達は便せんから飛び出し立体と化す。
言葉は魂を持っている。
僕の書いた言葉に噓偽りはない。
届かない手紙に書かれた噓臭く聞こえる言葉達も踊りだす。
噓臭く聞こえる言葉にも魂があり、輝きを持つと真実になるのだ。
届かない手紙を届ける術を知っている人はいないだろうか。
I wonder what to write for an unreached letter.
It won't be read anyway.
It won't be opened anyway.
I put the unreached letter in a drawer yesterday.
It won't be discovered anyway.
It remains in a pitch-dark drawer.
Characters written on the letter start to dance in the drawer.
Characters in blue ink appear from the piece of paper and become three dimensional.
A word has its own spirit.
There's no lie in the words that I wrote.
The words, that sound like a lie and are written in the unreached letter, start to dance as well.
A word, that sounds like a lie, has its own spirit, and it becomes truth when it starts to shine.
Is there anyone who knows how to deliver the unreached letter?
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