Suzuki Keiko

Your gaze said that you believed
The world is very pretty and kind
You, who calls out my name, believed
“I can endure this, for the promise we made that day!”
That is the sole reason I am here

The first time I ate bitter, bitter pickles
I thought that they were a bother because they weren’t sweet
Those worthless pickles were rather like me
I wonder why you would have such a thing