I found it extremely strange
That you looked so happy
Even though you knew
That your pulsation would eventually cease
Very humanly, I gave it a thought—
Whether I could love you
Supposing there was no end
Only a little of that sigh you’ve let out is enough for me
If there’s no particular reason, I don’t mind it at all
What we can’t understand just by seeing if it’s certain enough or not
Is called a “heart”
I found it extremely strange
That you looked so happy
Even though you knew
That your pulsation would eventually cease
Very humanly, I gave it a thought—
Could I love you
Supposing there was no end?
Pulsation is always
Merely a mechanical function
Of incessantly feigning happiness
By imitating another individual
It operates to make up humanity
To make up something
Transmittable without words
Without even a heart
Even if your time stopped now
Just like this
You would still come to an end—
You’ve known it, have you not?
If my heartbeat
Ceased along with yours,
Then I couldn’t be happier
I felt like
I just heard your pulsation
I’m still unable to forget
That delighted look on your face
Although I’m not able to smile very humanly
I’m considering an appropriate name
for this uncertain temperature—
So that I could love you
Supposing there was no end