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Sometimes I see a girl on the road,
before my eyes running away on her bicycle.Wearing short pants and no sleeve shirt,
highly raising her thighs, kicking pedals lightly,
like a wind, she is passing through.
Then after a second, leaving inaudible sound
disappears towards her future.
On every such occasion,
I am anxious to run after the bicycle,
but I stop my bicycle and let her go mutely.
Now her speed is not of mine.
I confirm "The time had passed like this".
You are the girl riding on a bicycle, running away before me.
Looking forward strait, blowing your hair in the wind,
never turn your head to anyone standing beside the road,
your hands done brown, grasping the handle tightly,
in your palm perspired your holly sweat.
You are the girl occasionally appeared in the presence of me,
just for a moment and disappeared in the next moment...
I have met you certain times,
but i could not catch you up so far.
You belong to the future.
 M.N. 9/15/99
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