Fellows who chased the same thing together

When I was an elementary school student, I belonged to a choir of my school, and I was undergoing intense training every morning and every after school. I met fellows of the choir the other day. Some fellows who were very naughty in their childhood took their babies. Some fellows are so quiet but have solid comfort. Some fellows entertain us to smile. I felt happy to see them and find each unique individuality like those days. I thank them very much as if we were together all the time.

We sometimes clashed with each other, and our arguments sometimes didn’t overlap at all. But we overcame those problems together, and at last we united, and we could perform our music. I remember that I felt I was so nervous, but I was so delighted at that time. The memories of the period seems like yesterday. I found that they made what I am now. I think the experience in the choir is priceless and so valuable.

I’d loved singing since when I was young. I loved the time to sing together. I think the practices of every day were so tough now. But I didn’t feel they were hard at that time. I just enjoyed the time. I’ll never forget the days that we talked about various things, carrying each school bag after practice while the sun was setting. The days give me a push on my back for me now. Thanks. Do you have fellows who chased the same thing together? Feel free to leave me a comment.

同じものを追いかけた仲間がいるということ

小学生の時、学校の合唱団に入っていて毎日、朝と放課後の練習に明け暮れていた。
先日何年かぶりにそのときの仲間達と会っていた。
昔やんちゃしてた友達も子供を連れて来ていたり、静かにしてるんだけどいてくれるだけで安心感があるやつがいたり、みんなを笑わせて和ませてくれるやつがいたり、それぞれの個性があの頃のように残っているのを見て幸せだった。
久しぶりに会うのにずっと一緒にいたように暖かかった皆に感謝の気持ちでいっぱいだ。

時々ぶつかったり、噛み合わないことがあるときもあったけど、この前会ったメンバーみんな(1人だけ来れなかったけど)で全部乗り越えていって、最後1つになって音楽を奏でられた。
大きな舞台に立ってすごく緊張したけどすごく幸せだったのを覚えている。
あの頃が昨日のことのように蘇ってきた。
みんながいたから今の自分がいるということにも気づいた。

合唱団に入っていてよかった。
小さい頃から歌が好きだった。
皆で歌うのが楽しかった。
今思えば練習は多かったと思うんだけど当時多いとは全然感じなかった。
ただただ楽しかった。
放課後の練習が終わって日も沈んでいく中、皆でランドセル背負っていろんなこと話しながら並んで帰った日々を忘れない。
そんな日々が自分の背中を押してる。
行こうか。

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The art of living for other

I suddenly thought of reading the book "The Giving Tree" by Shel Silverstein again yesterday while I was writing lyrics. I was tearing up though I read the book again and again. Thanks for the fantastic work, Shel. This book tells me what is very happy again. I can't help respecting him.

As this book title says, this tree that is drawn in this book gives almost everything the tree has. Without expecting anything in return. Why can this tree give the boy who is illustrated in this book the tree's almost everything? Can I do the same thing as it does? I often ask the question to me. The feeling that the tree cares about the boy is so pure, devoted, and incredibly beautiful.

Though I'm a selfish like this boy, I wish I'd be a man like this tree in my heart. I want to make a masterpiece that touches someone. How about you? Are you a person like this tree? Feel free to leave me a comment.

人に尽くして生きるということ

昨日詞を書いていて、Shel Silversteinの"大きな木"をふと思い立って読み返していた。何度も何度も読んでいるのに読み返す度に人に全てを尽くして生きるということの美しさに涙しそうになる。感動をありがとう。本当に幸せなこととはなんなのか改めて教えてくれる。Shel Silversteinを尊敬してやまない。

この絵本の原書のタイトルは「The Giving Tree」。タイトル通り、この木は自分の全てともいっていいほどのものを少年にあげるんだ。何か見返りを求めるわけでもなく。この木はどうしてこんなにたくさんのものをあげられるんだろう。自分にも同じことができるだろうか。いつも自問する。この木が少年を思う気持ちは純粋で、献身的で、信じられないほど美しい。

自分はこの絵本の中の少年のようにすごく身勝手な人間なんだけど、いつだって心の底でこの大きな木のような人でありたいと願ってる。

人を感動させる作品を作りたい。

行こうか。

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I'm here but I'm not here

There is a world in front of me now. People maybe call it "Real". At the same time there is another world all the time. I wrote about it in my song "I wanna melt into you".


I have my utopia in my heart
I'm free from everything there
And no one can get into there

There, sunlight is warm
Air is clean
Quiet starry sky tells me a truth
And I can find you


Utopia.

I am smiling, satisfied with everything, happy and with my friends and my girl I love with making my music only I can make in this world there.

Since I was young, I've loved planing something crazy. They were new games, mischiefs, and surprises that made others laugh. Soon I came to writing lyrics and making music, and at last, my world.

There may be someone who thinks musicians only make music. When I was young, I thought so, too. But it's not true at least in case of me.

I'm an artist.
So I'm making my world.

There's this poem by a poet Shuji Terayama. I love him and his these words.

"Any birds can't fly higher than imagination."

I often become fraught with emotion by our imagination. Now there may be nothing. But we can imagine anything. So I named my label name "1mage". This derives from the word imagination. I believe miracles by human imagination. Each vision of us made this world. They were music, dramas, films, literature, poem, fashion, art, and way to live.

All of them were made of human imagination.

I've ever experienced losing hope some times in my life. But each of those times, I always imagined my utopia. When I was working hard to live and likely to become invisible to something important in our life, I imagined another world all the time.

I was there, but all the time I wasn't there.

In my heart, I was looking at myself who is making music, singing a song, and touch people's heart all the time. As I was thinking so all the time, my seniors got angry with me and often said, "Focus on this work!" when we were working together.

Nevertheless, I was imagining. That's because another world was everything for me. And another world is everything for me now, too. I'm drawing my world all the time. So you maybe think I'm not here when you see me. I want to get to my utopia with all my heart. There is beyond the description but so beautiful.

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The sunlight from big windows embraces me warmly. The caffe latte by my lovely girl tastes nice. I'm writing a lyric with playing the piano and singing my new song that now I'm working on. My young daughter is singing my old song loudly without understanding the meaning of lyric.Her face is full of pleasure, and I love her. I forget to play the piano and hear her voice and the sound of the sea. After that I reach out for the various music magazines around the world on the table. All of them write about my new album. I read a review and find this word.

"Masterpiece"

Next, I find this word.

"Timeless"

These words were the words I've dreamed of. Making a timeless masterpiece was my goal since when I was so young. I cannot be too thankful for much support. Having checked out some messages from my friends I've found these messages.

"I'm crazy about your new album."

"I'm proud of working with you when we were young."

"I've believed in you all the time."

"I'm looking forward to your next new music."

"My life is fantastic cause I met you."

"Let's play our music again."

"Sorry. The word at that time was a mistake."

Thanks all. I didn't come here by myself. My quiet pleasure change into strength, and it pushes my back. Having got to my private studio, I start to brush up my next new stuff. I can hear a lot of voices of my friends. I can see a lot of faces of them.

We sometimes had a hard time. But we believed. No matter what might happen. So we are here and stand by our two feet now. I flashback to countless various scenes in my days passed away. And at last I find the truth.

"This is the thing I've looking for such a long time."

And I started making my new music again.

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Every day I imagine these things. I may not have anything in reality. But I think there's a true world in our heart. And I feel that I have everything I need by thinking so.

What world are you drawing now?

All the time, there's another world in our heart. So we can feel happy. We are free. Thanks for your reading. Feel free to leave me a comment.

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We are connected

I'm making my music every day. The process is so personal and so lonely. But sometimes some friends contact me. Especially recently a lot of friends did so.

"I wanna consult with you about music."

"I want you to make music."

"Long time no see. How are you?"

"I wanna meet you."

I'm so pleased to hear these messages. Thanks all. I'm tasting the sweets of them quietly.

I only live once. There's the utopia I want to get to. And I have been chosen the way which is not easy, and so hard, some people often said "Your way of life is a gambling". Indeed I sometimes lost my way. But these words by my friends told me that my life wasn't a mistake. And all of my friends who contact me believe their way and advance their way. I'm proud of them.

I have friends who believe me.

I want to make beautiful music for them.

I want to live with confidence and smile.

I want to make my music and my song which only I can make in this world. Now I'm full of gratitude.

When I was young, I couldn't understand these words by Confucius well.

"Friends come from far away to see me. It's a joy of my life."

Now, these words resonate with me deeply. Maybe I grew old. When I see young boys and girls who are kicking up their heels during the small local festival, I sometimes miss my youthful days. But at the same time, I feel I age well in my heart.

Now I want to age better and better. Our life is so short. So I want to move forward step by step. How do you want to age? Feel free to leave me a comment.

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"Golden Scene" by Osamu Dazai translated by MARK.K

 

When I had sometime these days I've been translating my favorite short novel "Golden Scene" by Dazai Osamu whom I love and respect from all my heart into English.

It was so difficult attempt.
Cause his Japanese poetic sentence is so unique, original and beautiful.
And I'm sorry that my English skill is not good. I have to learn English more and more from now on, too.

But I believe this attempt is useful to inform a lot of people all over the countries to beautiful world of Japanese legendary novelist Dazai Osamu.  I wanna show a lot of people the world of him. Enjoy his timeless beautiful art.


Golden Scene

The oak tree that colors the shore with green is tied by golden thin chain

by Pushikin

 

 When I was young I was not a good man. I teased my maid. I dislike dull things and so I especially teased my dull maid. Okei is dull. She is absentminded for long time with having a knife and apple without peeling it if I don't call out to her severely two times or three times.  I thought she may be meatheaded. I often saw her standing without doing anything and though I was so young I felt that her behavior was disgraceful and it irritated me. So I said a precocious, that now I have a chill to having said so, and inhuman words "Hey Okei, one day is short" to her. Not only doing so but I called her and commanded her to cut out each of hundreds of soldiers on a picture book, some of them are riding horses, having flags and others are having guns by a scissor. She's clumsy and it took her from morning to nightfall to cut out only 30 soldiers, one general beard was cut out and one soldier with having a gun was cut out so bigger than that expected like bears' hand, without eating lunch and she was shouted by me many times. The season was summer and she sweated easily. So cut out soldiers were wet by her hands' sweat and finally I got angry with her and kicked her. Without fail or doubt though I kick her shoulder she held down her cheek and threw herself down in tears and said . "I've never been step on my face by even my parents. I'll never forget this." Her having said so with groaning intermittently I felt so bad. Like this I often teased her as if to do so was my destiny. Even now I can't help get angry with a man who is stupid and clumsy.

 Two years ago I was expelled from my house and in a minute reduced to poverty and wandered about and begged somewhere in tears and manage to keep alive day after day and as soon as I can see the light at the end of tunnel with my literary art I fell sick. In a summer the kind people helped me to lend a small house near the sea with mud in Funabashi, Chiba and I could rest by myself and night by night I had to deal with my sweat enough to need to squeeze my nightwear but I had to write to live and only about 150 gram of milk of every morning was a pleasure of my life and my head was in pain and I was so tired that I couldn't find the starting flowering in a corner of my garden.

 In those days thin and short policeman who was around 40 came to my house to take the census and compared my name on a family register book with my face wearing a long stubbly beard at the front door and asked me. "Are you his son?" As I found my hometown dialect in his this words I had the nerve to respond. "Yes. And you?"  The man said with a smile "I was right after all. Maybe you've forgotten this, I was working as a driver of a carriage horse about 20 years ago in K." K is my hometown's name. "As you can see..." I responded with no smile. "I went down in the world." "No way." He said with a smile. "You are great to write novels." I smiled wryly. "By the way..." He continued with a little low voice. "Okei always talks about you." "OKEI?" I couldn't understand the word in no time. "Can't you remember Okei? She was working as a maid in your house." At last I remembered her.  It was so difficult to sit there because I remembered clearly each of my teasing her 20 years ago. "Is she happy?" I asked and at that time my face must be like a sinner, defendant with an obsequious smile. "Yeah." He replied carefreely and cheerfully and wiped perspiration from his brow and said. "Is it okay? I'll come here to thank you with her in the near future." I sprung to my feet to hear that. "Oh! No, thank you" I refused the proposal strongly and I was twisting my body in a sense of humiliation that I can't describe. But he was cheerful. "Sir, my son is working at the station. he is eldest son. And we have another son and two daughters. The youngest daughter is 8 years old and enrolled the elementary school this year. we are alright now. Okei experienced difficulties but now she's alright. I was attracted by her because she was different from others. That's because she was working in your great master's house and learning her manners." His face was a little red. "Thank you very much for her. She always talks about you. We'll come here to thank you next our holiday." His face came to serious suddenly and said "I'm going now. Please take care of yourself."

 After three days I faced not by difficulties of my works but by my own economic difficulties and I can't help going out and tried to go near the sea with my bamboo cane and opened the front door. At that time I found that there're one husband and one wife wearing Yukatas and one girl who wears red cloth. They were beautiful like a pictures. They were Okei's family.

 My voice was so loud and it surprised me. "Are you come here!? Today I have things to do. So I have to go. I'm sorry. Please come here again at a later date."

 Okei had grown up into a graceful middle aged lady. Her daughter looked like her mother when she was young and working as a maid and looked up me with clumsy and dark eyes. I was so sad and ran away to the sea before she said something. I was going straight to the direction of the town chopping and chopping grass with my bamboo cane without looking back. What was I doing in the town? I was looking up a signboard of movie theater and I was gazing at a window of cloth shop for no particular reason and I was smacking my lips and I was hearing the voice that said to me "I was badly beaten, I was beaten." And I thought this is not good and I was walking around. Maybe it took 30 minutes or so to do so. After that I went back to my house.

 Having got to near the shore of the sea I was stopping walking. Look! There is a picture of peace. Each of three of the family were throwing some stones to the sea and smiling each other. I could hear their smiling voice. The husband was throwing a stone saying "He must be so smart. He will make a name for himself in the near future." "Certainly, certainly." Wife's voice was high and full of pride. "He was abnormal when he was young. And he took care of me so kindly."

 I was crying while standing. My serious excitement melted by my tears.

 I was beaten. This is good thing. It's not good not to understand that this is good thing. Their victory gave me a light to start over my future.

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