Both are convinced

that a sudden of emotion bound them together

Beautiful is such a certainty

but uncertainty is more beartiful

Because they didn't know each other earlier

they suppose that nothing was  happening between them

what of the streets,stairways and corridors

Where they could have passed each other long ago

I'd like to ask them

Whether they remember--perhaps in a revoling door ever being face to face

an"excuse me"in a crowd

an a voice"werong number"in the receiver

But I konw their answer；

no,they don;t remember

They'd be greatly astmished

to learn that for a log time chance had been playing with them

Not yet wholly ready

to transform into fate for them

is approached them, than back off

stand in their way

and suppressing a giggle

jumped to the side

There were signs signals:

but what of it is they were illegible

Perhaps three years ago

or last Tuesday

did a certain leaflet fly from shoulder to shoulder

There was something lost and picked up

Who konws but what is was a ball in the bushes of childhood

There were doorknobs and bells on which earlier

tough ppiled on tough

Bags beside each other in the luggate room

Perhaps they had the same dream on a certain night

suddenly drased after waking

Every begining is but a continuation

and the book of events is never more than half open