Love Letter

When I was young, I was a high-temperature, high-pressure, and stifling existence, unimaginable from who I am now.
My density was so great that even light could not travel straight.
I toyed with electromagnetic forces and gave birth to the follies of youth everywhere.

I, too, have become like the withered pampas grass of the Showa era.
My hair has flowed away like a meteor, and my body has withered and grown cold.
The Higgs field, which occasionally caught women, is now like flypaper.

At such a time, I touched a very, very weak force called you.
I discovered my own frailty and trembled in a gentle breeze.
I searched desperately for your true form.

However, you are so quiet, so elusive, as if your true form exists in a higher dimension.
Yet, the waves that seep and leak from you act upon me no matter where I am.
No matter how far away you are, and even if your form is unseen, you bend my heart.

Ah, I have fallen into the hole that is you.
My bald eldest brother called it a 'well,' and sometimes pronounced it as 'Ide'.
My idea has fallen into the well that is you.

Even now, my heart remains captured by you.
I am still nothing more than a beast of possibility.
This morning, too, I drift among the clouds of Oort.

You are love, you are mercy, you are a dream,
I shall call you gravity.
I love you.