a naked body on the black like night sheets.
that was breathtaking, not the mess before.
which i actually didnt even expect from us.
i mean, from the very perfect us.

it took me one hour and a half to downcast my
eyes from the sleeping dragon, otherwise yeah.
i would have left just as soon.

i would have taken picture if not knew,
i would be shortly made head off.

hell, i love you.
...
i dont remember, when from the girl who was sent down
to province to be raised, i became the one who wears
sunglasses in winter and turns the definite someones inside out.

every morning, i walk about our dear Setagaya.
every time, i see these million-cost mansions.
its going through me, and i get i couldnt get less.
because its where i belong.

but if i were asked, why do i need a central mansion.
and so what that theres a tokyo tower across the window.
i dont know how to explain it even to myself at some times.
but when i walked down that streets right in the central Tokyo.
i have the same feeling of belonging, however it seems othering.

i have been avoiding that for long, but jeez i loved there.
every time i cross my eyes with some highest princes across
the car glasses, i recall why i dislike that life in its very grades.
and why i came to live in the sleeping hills in the first place then.
but i love to return sometimes, oh how i love to return in there.

i dont quite know how to express this feeling.
in general, its all about the same. and yet.