Always Cutting It Close: Izayoi Haiku

Bullied, I pick sweet olive blossoms all alone

The outline of nostalgia is absent, sweet olive

Sweet olive, the wind passes by, repainting my memories

Sweet olive—it's a flower I love, but

it's also a flower tied to lonely memories from the past,

and every year when I smelled it, I would remember those old days.

But this year might be different!

On the 16th, I went to the long-awaited Fujii Kaze concert.

Around the venue, Panasonic Stadium,

sweet olive trees were planted,

and as I left the concert, filled with excitement, I smelled the sweet olive.

From now on, every time I smell sweet olive,

I'll be able to remember this concert!

My favorite artist can even repaint my past!

Long live Fujii Kaze! \(^o^)/

I'm sorry for always cutting it so close. <(_ _)>