Nagase Kiyoko / 永瀬清子 – Ⅲ
Fleeting Moments
Fleeting moments my poems form,
fleeting moments I love,
fleeting moments I stare at the flames
in the pitch-dark kitchen,
cheek in hand, face and hair dyed golden,
fleeting moments the wheat for the morning
cooks in the pot.
Do they come from heaven
or am I burning with the flames?
The dancing rhythm and how swift it is!
Oooo
in its scarlet light
a crown was minted for me.
Fleeting moments my poems form,
fleeting moments I love,
fleeting moments I stare at the flames
in the pitch-dark kitchen,
cheek in hand, face and hair dyed golden,
fleeting moments the wheat for the morning
cooks in the pot.
Do they come from heaven
or am I burning with the flames?
The dancing rhythm and how swift it is!
Oooo
in its scarlet light
a crown was minted for me.