Seasons

Something was reflected in a window of a train.
It is a feature of that day.
You disappeared somewhere.
That homepage is not updated.

Good night,my friend.
You will not feel a pain.

A night station is desolate.
A thin brown coat becomes you well.

(#)
A flower is scattered.News died out.
Face powder, a fragrance, a dear drum
Evening of spring, I do a shadow play to rely on memory only for now.

I will display a bright flower in your room with many bags.

(#)repeat