十五歳の春　私は詩に噛みつかれた

I was bitten by poems when I was fifteen

It was a keen feeling

Just like cat's claws

Tearing a little bird I've been seeing

Since then I've been walking about

Trailing the shade made from snowflakes in spring

The first poet who came across a lonely lad was

Sakutaro Hagiwara

I hated him because he was cruel

But I needed him because I was alone

十五歳の春　私は詩に噛みつかれた

それは鋭い感覚

まさに猫の爪が

私の見ている小鳥を引き裂くよう

それから私はさまよっている

春に降る雪の影のあいだを

さみしい若者を横切った初めての詩人は

萩原朔太郎

私は彼を嫌った　残酷だったから

それでも彼が必要だった　私は一人ぼっちだったから