We still clutch close these letters to our chest, to the words that speak louder than loud, when we turn pages into palettes to say the things that we have needed to say, the words that we have needed to write, to sisters and brothers and even to strangers, for far too long.
私たちは今でも手紙を ぎゅっと抱きしめます あふれだす言葉たちを… 紙をパレットにして 前から伝えたかった 姉妹や兄弟へ 他人へさえ ずっと伝えるべきだった言葉を…