Itteki : Hitomi Shimpei

Jack's Heart -Life-

One night, Jack had a dream
There was something thin white becoming transparent blue blocking    what's in front of him, and when he tries to drive it away,
When the gears inside his shoulders try to move, and when he tries to lift his chest,
The blocking colors slowly open up, like curtains
He knows they are wings that look similar to the sky on a clear day
He knows they are his own cultivated wings
By the opened window, the bluebird says, "You're invited to my place in the sky,"
And takes off into the sunlight
Hastened Jack also flaps
And he floats while staggering,
And chases the receding bluebird
That ascends into the sunlight
That was the kind of dream he had

In the center of the large flowers    is a puddle formed by the morning dew
A single drop's tiny mirror
Reflects the sunlight and sparkles,
As if the flowers carry the sun

Abstractedly watching    The "heart" waited
For the bluebird    The "heart" waited
And on the next day,    and on the day after that,
The bird did not come.

The worry inside Jack's "heart" escalates
And tired of waiting, Jack leaves the mansion and goes into the forest

Silence engulfs the heart of the forest    Where thousands of sunbeams filther through
Wrapped by a bed of fallen leaves is    the bluebird that can no longer move
With a C-shaped hand, he scoops up the bird    and cheerfully brings the bird back to the mansion

That night, to Jack who had come for the bird's repair
The inventor spoke of life and death
While watching the fire burn out,    Jack's "heart" felt pain for the first time