other town, other light

Everyone has made similar mistakes any number of times.
In spite of each one's own.


Each person has their own place.
A signal turned to green from red.

I despised something, and continued not to notice it was someone's pain.
The lights had become part of the town.
Between here and there, nothing is different.

 

 

過ち 幾度となく

この自身でさえ

 

拠だと

色は冷まして

 

蔑んだ

第三者の痛みさえ知らぬまま

街の光 一部に

何も変わらない素振りで