Who have I met that has conversations like this?
The person I'm waiting for how far in the future is he?
I hear the wind from the subway and people.
I stand in line, holding love's numbered ticket.
Hearing winter's departure,
I, at a certain year and month, wake up.
I think. I wait. I anticipate.
The future cannot be planned.
On a cloudy evening, outside the car window,
there will be a person waiting.
To the left. To the right.Look straight ahead.
How many times does love turn before it arrives?
Who have I met that has conversations like this?
The person I'm waiting for how far in the future is he?
I hear the wind from the subway and people.
I stand in line, holding love's numbered ticket.
On a cloudy evening, outside the car window,
there will be a person waiting.
To the left. To the right.Look straight ahead.
How many times does love turn before it arrives?
Who have I met that has conversations like this?
The person I'm waiting for how far in the future is he?
I hear the wind from the subway and people.
I stand in line, holding love's numbered ticket.
I fly forward toward a sea of time.
We've been in love and been hurt.
I look at the road. Dream's entrance is a little narrow.
Meeting you is the most beautiful accident.
There will be a day when the answer to my riddle will be uncovered.