I became friends with a stranger on the train.
He put his head on my shoulder and I let him rest.
“Thank you.” He said.
“No problem.” I replied.
"zzz"
We exchanged words like that. (laugh)
When he got off the train,
"Thanks" He said.
“No problem.” I replied.
He walked away.
Bye bye.
We parted there like this.
Well, it happens these days.
Yeow!
I'm trying to jump higher, but it looks like Black Mario.
Hmph!
Dance on the bar, it’s kind of hard to hold this position, actually.
I’m still shooting for the ART Exhibition.
Hmm, I don’t know if it goes well.（´-`）
上西隆史
Takashi Jonishi
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