To the Fresh Meat Who I LOVED

Oh little pretty boy,

Oh fresh meat,

How masculine, how innocent,

With perfect body and tanned skin.

They do not know what the youth is,

But with the lure

Which is a mixture of unpretending shyness and purest ambitionness,

They tempt people.

Mystery hide in their eyes,

Simplicity comes out from their sleeves,

Although they looks plain,

I know the flavor.

What a shame,

They do not belong to me.

I'm the passer-by,

I walked closer, watched, appreciated,

I feel grateful.

I will not linger for one.

For I am a one of all

who enjoy youthness and appreciate the beauty.

        --- To the fresh meat who I have never owned