From the heart's palate, prone to seepage

 
Those who love one-sidedly are terribly foolish creatures.
Take me, for instance.
I know neither I nor my love is needed by you.
Yet how shamelessly I carry on, don't I?


Yes, I know this isn't right.
…truly, this isn't right!
It will take a little time…just a little time!
I'll manage everything properly,
won't trouble you anymore…
'Would you mind if I didn't trouble you?'
'Mind? What's that supposed to mean! How strange!'
…I'm a fool, you see? Don't take it to heart!


I love you so very much!
…there's nothing left to love anew.
But that I torment you this way
for the sake of my own love—
thinking of this makes me feel terrible, makes me feel so small.


Remember this: even if you leave me,
I will never leave you.
When I love someone, if I let them go, what would I live for?


Your success or failure, your loving me or not,
speaking with me or not speaking,
or whatever conditions there may be…
none of these things has ever been able
to stop my love for you, and never will.


I am transparent to myself—like glass,
this much is enough for me!
But if ever I should be so fortunate,
I'd want to trace a kiss on your forehead…gently!
Of course, only if you agreed…otherwise, no!


When I've learned to bear this love,
I'll surely bear the rejection too!
…it will just take a little time.