On that road, there was a pair of high heels that had dropped their heels.
Orphaned by a passerby.
A ferryman on a certain river dropped his oar.
Going back and forth aimlessly
That room has a red shirt with gold buttons falling off.
Hanging on the days…
He couldn't find it anywhere since the day he was looking from the other side towards this side.
A road like that
A river like that
A room like that
So he went looking for her.
We are looking for each other.
I can't see anything.
Besides bird footprints
In the corner of the eye…
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