The park looks out over today's dream
made up of love songs

I, myself, only see the end of an infinite roller coaster ride
traveling in the speed of light towards the nightfall

I'm whispering to you what will happen and you articulate your
meaningfulness carefully when you answer

"nothing"



because exactly like two space probes in a dark space
we travel in such a high speed that the only thing we have
time to write down about the sequence of events is

"nothing"



When people ask about my name, I answer "Poor attitude" and turn to you for advice