My sweat from the crowded street was drying.
Trash-music played shamefully in the city.
I was thirsty.
The sounds of ice hitting each other reached into me.
The sweetness in the glass stuck in my throat.
I cannot mature yet.
The alcohol inebriated my head.
And took away the outlines I could see.
When I realized it, the night was well along.
I'd better get to bed soon tonight.
You said, "something really good happened that day."
My flat drink taught me about the passage of time.
雑踏中の汗 何処かへ
みっともなく駄作流れ
喉渇き
冷たい音届いて
喉に掛かる甘さ
大人になれず
酔い 頭を揺らし
また ぼやけて
気づけば月も降り
もう眠らなければならない
吉報 緩んだ口元に
抜けた炭酸 時を告げて
