"Hello."
"Hello."
"Have we ever met before?"
"Probably not."
We both lost our way home
So we pull each other's hands together
Slowly and carefully, we clink the stick on the cobblestone
One day an intense brightness fell from the sky
And it removed one of our five gifts
Everyone fell down and became like a baby
The hand I finally grasped was similar to mine
Lucky me, it wasn’t an adult's hand
Why don’t we kindred spirits walk together?
I poured water with my finger crawling along the edge of the glass
"You are terrible at this."
You laughed at me when I winced at the coldness of the spilled water
I’ve found that I can be honest with you
Is it because the freedom is gone and we can talk without prejudice?
Or is it just because the world is broken?
Touch with your ears
Taste with your nose
Listen with your tongue
And with your skin, you can see the confusion of this town
Someday, the scenery that floats up from my feet will tell me the warmth of your palm
I think this relationship will eventually end
Everyday life starts at the time we get used to this world
I blushed a little when I imagined it
Dear you
Let’s part our ways when the time comes, with our eyes still blinded by the thunder
The brightness that shows itself by leaving this place
We would probably not face each other and introduce ourselves
But what if either of us wish to?