We looked at each other and had nothing to say because our meet up was too simple.
The land is like pitch black,
and only your shadow is clearly shown.
Walking in Tokyo under the moon,
both of us forgot that it got cold at night.
Black eye, in the journey,
We saw a lot of scenery.
But on the road,
everyone doesn’t have a name.
Walking slowly,
there are stars on the sky at night in Meguro.
Crossing over this time,
but next time we might not pass this place again.
Sitting in Mos Burger in Meguro,
We used our hand to communicate as we both know a bit of kanji.
We looked at each other and felt that it is the end of our story.
But in the last few years,
I get a red face when I thinks about this.
Black eye, in the journey,
they saw a lot of scenery.
But on the road,
everyone doesn’t have a name.
I asked myself,
I had once gazed at the starts at this location,
but I never been invited.
Source
http://scasongaday.blogspot.ca/2014/05/12th-may-2014-eddy-chau.html
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