The train does not come on time, it is delayed
The evening sun makes the crowded carriage stand out
Because I stopped by the smoking area,
I smell like cigarettes
The cake I bought for my wife
has two hours of grace by the ice pack
The cake is not the brand my wife wanted
Tomorrow, I will go again to the cake shop
and the strawberry mille crepe
that my wife wished to eat
I will “definitely” buy it
Even such a determination
may be allowed
Now I,
between Tokyo Tower and Skytree,
wanted to write that a meteor falls, but
a call comes from the company
my consciousness turns
from the universe to the phone receiver
It is very boring, very boring
and I become disappointed
I want to sleep with the back of a mountain as pillow
When I am about to fall into sleep,
the stairs I saw in the leaves of a dream
I want to quietly go down