Night bus headed for shinjuku
the light turns off with drowsiness
sleeping on your arm pillow
night bus arrived at shinjuku thirty minutes early
it's like midnight in winter
White breath can't even be the signpost
a couple talking about music, the girl has better taste
morning cafe brings the dawn
looking down on the city
crowd of coats with various colours
string of trains come and go
You are asleep with an anxious look on your face
laying your head on my jacket as an arm pillow
warm hands
we kissed
The dream walks and starts from here
the scramble spreads out, all over the place
we walk on ... walk on