During a night in an expected car
I saw how far a long friendship
Can hit.
Always better geared
To see the expected swerves.
I am a delight I swear...
For the first time in nineteen years
I dont want to complain about
A thing...
I would ping and things become so ordinary.
nicely.
but this little juiceness
will keep me with him~
and me and you.
thricely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem