Poet of today in Kyoto, Japan:
early December now
but a small stereo set in the bar
two of us
sit around the table.
Valentine bottle reposes on it.
and open the door to go home.
wind blows my hot cheeks.
- I say
evening with you, near the pond,
was somehow pleasant for me.
content with the small talk we had.
leave you and go into lemon-colour moonlight
without kissing you.
And now, the same poem in its Japanese original version :