A cup of sake, not knowing its taste. A drop of distilled liquor, tears flow endlessly. The murmuring sounds, like the voices from another world. The cheerful drum music, as if I were in a dream. It's always after something is about to disappear that I want to see clearly that it was love. It's always after letting go that I realize we were already inseparable.
With the dim light, I sink between drunkenness and sobriety, and see you silently, deeply silently, in another window.