Migrate
Strange city, strange people, joy and exhaustion coexist.
I often meet you
next to a bus station
in a tree-lined road
or in the
incredible place
I believe in fate,
as
I believe that the universe is infinite
I admit that
you and I are destined to people
but
we never
do not greet each other
not to stare each other
even
did not mind, pass
did not this, pause a moment
we are strangers
this is a delicate relationship
just like
yesterday and the roof
toothbrush with snowflakes
straw and cuckoo
I can see your shadow
did not catch your appearance
I think
you too
so flashed
so little attention
so far not close
it somewhat makes me tell
in the end the sky is blue
or blue water
in our lives
, there are people destined
but it is so strange
to each other only fragments of memories
do not know the names
do not understand the character
has nothing to do love affair, I'm nothing to you
I put these people called
affinity but stranger