================================================================== My glazed brain from this spring. From my proper delusion. ==================================================================
		First this was written in Japanese in April 3, 2005. Then it was translated to English in May 23, 2005. Noguti Hiromasa.
It, groping sunny place even in spring, roams around into spring haze. But, the spring haze is beginning to be dense, gathering increasingly. So, my consciousness also becomes hazy increasingly.
			Would it be reality or be dream or else be my delusion ? Symphony No.4 by Sibelius sneaks up on me because it has reached the age apt to sleep poorly. However, what happened ? Surely it was to be Berlioz's Symphony Fantastique just a little while ago. Anyhow, the cause spring doesn't come yet must be the matter like that.
	Where am I ? Who am I ? I suddenly stops walking in spite of the hazy consciousness.
When it peeps at the sight from the hazy consciousness, it is the coniferous forest dim in spite of daytime. Frozen bog was inviting me to come in oneself mysteriously. But, until just now, certainly I were in the field of flowers the butterflies swarm and fly around me. What happened ? Would this be reality or be dream or else be my delusion ?
			When it looks back, liar bird appears, sneers at me with the Pganini's capriccio. Probably it is because recently my neurons are apt to get crossed line. The cause the convulsion of nature often occurs must be the matter like that. Once "Eroica" was resounding bravely. However, at when was it ? Who did change the pure gods and goddesses of "Pastorale" to the monstrous ?
When it suddenly notices, requiem by Faure is sobbing as a time because recently I am apt to go out from the flesh.
	Would it be reality or be dream, or else be my delusion ? When it looks back, the god of death pretending a angel invites me with the tender look. Give me light more ! It is impossible a false angel leads me to pretended peace even if he is very cunning. Anyhow, it seems the "Fantastique" to make my consciousness hazy is the entrance to the Sibelius's forest. Would it be reality or be dream, or else be my delusion ? Demons are sounding the bell for their Sabbath. The cause the unfortunate persons are increased must be the matter like that.
		It, groping sunny place even in spring, roams around into spring haze. When it notices, it can see the demons and monstrous beings on the ruined castle in the moonlight.
			It is because it has reached the age apt to see phantom or other. Dance ! Cocks are dancing, too ! Would it be reality or be dream, or else be my delusion ? When I cry, the heavens also cry as well. And, when I am caught to anger terribly, The earth trembles terribly. Other persons' pains are your pain. Your misfortune is this world's misfortune. The demons and monstrous beings told the thing like that to my hazy consciousness.
 
Cotosiro