Time: Around 11:00 at night
Place: In a deserted room
Extremely pleasant remembrances.
In particular: Actually, there is no news or novel presentations that must
be written. Because you didn’t return but instead accepted the ﬁrst love letter
I have ever written in my life, giving a “reply” in a contented manner, I am
distinctly grateful. I received the “reply” you gave only today, so I couldn’t
ﬁnish a “second letter” before this. Yes, Sarita, love is not life’s means for
titillating trickery; one must love truly and actually. And so, let’s do so, and
let’s keep doing so. Let’s neither of us engage in deceitful actions. My true
thoughts are none other than that. This is only the “second letter” of my life.
Sarita, also give me your photo, okay? All right, Sarita, what more should
I write? After writing it’s never ﬁnished, so for today I’ll defer. The rest we’ll
discuss slowly when we meet. Awaiting your letter and trusting,
The source of the water coming out of the hills can dry up,
But the tears coming out of my eyes cannot dry up.
You will be able to forget me, perhaps,
But I cannot possibly forget you.
Your friend who remembers,
[In English on ﬁrst page of stationery:]
’Tis better to have loved and lost
Then [sic] never to have loved at all.
b2 invitations to love