A stranger smiled at me as if I were no longer I, but us.
I kissed us by the fountain.
Since that day, you’re in my night train memories.
I think of a nocturne lake, maybe an Onsen, where we were lying like a girl with a robot and you were looking at a laminated love shrine when I turned my eyes on you. While taking the train back to the city, we would admire the neon sky rain.
I still travel to Kobe and in my solitaire trip, I keep on my mind the Tokyo glitterati and your smile among all the other strangers.
I kissed us by the fountain.
Since that day, you’re in my night train memories.
I think of a nocturne lake, maybe an Onsen, where we were lying like a girl with a robot and you were looking at a laminated love shrine when I turned my eyes on you. While taking the train back to the city, we would admire the neon sky rain.
I still travel to Kobe and in my solitaire trip, I keep on my mind the Tokyo glitterati and your smile among all the other strangers.
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