Excerpted from an ancient note (revised in English)
It’s very ambiguous
Whether it’s he or you
I’m thinking about him
Rapped in your blanket and smell
I feel relieved
It’s not gonna be transmitted
Not only by bedding
but also by my daily life
I’m surrounded by him
In my head
I’ve been taming this feeling
You’re not in my heart
It’s also ambiguous
It’s not about comparing or not
The absolute existence
I’m just wondering
It would be far easier
If you can take place
Please erode me, my daily life
Please reduce me, of his smell
Please my dear
Wrapped in your comfy and warmth
I’m thinking about him
You’re the only one
Who can give me the relief