lucid

わかっているのは死だけ。

それを噛み締めるとき、生は夢のようになる。

鏡池に映る山景色のように。

夢が明晰になると、現実も明晰になり

境界線が朧げになっていく。

雨の降る前の月夜のように。

it is only certain, death awaits me.

when I chew this certainty,

the texture of life turns into a dream.

like mountains reflected on a mirror-like pond.

the more lucid a dream gets, the more lucid the reality gets.

the boundary becomes blur.

like a misty moon at night before a rain at dawn.

 

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