痒くなる削除キー

flowers at night

あなたは自分の良心と話し合っている。「誰か話せる相手がいたらいいな」とあなたが言う。

You're talking to your conscience. "I wish I had someone to talk to," you tell it.


「でたらめ言うな」と自分の良心が呵責してくれる。「君、話せる相手よりも、話し合う内容を求めてるんだよ」

"No, you don't," your conscience reproves you. "You just wish you had something to say to them."


絶望に浸るあなたがこう訊く。「どっちが先なの?」

"Which comes first?" you ask in despair.


「知るか」と良心が返す。「それは君が自分で解くべき謎だよ」

"That's for you to figure out," retorts your conscience.