Daydreams

london

How many times did I go through the nights 

With you, in the crowded streets.  

One time, it was in English 

Another time, it was in Italian or Spanishーwe tried to guess

The third time, it was in Chinese 

Everytime I got there, I gained more perspectives 

Everytime we got there, we reached somewhere new 

With lots of tastes 

The first time, it was a black leather jacket 

The next time, it was a fancy red 50's skirt 

Finally, it was a green béret that you told me it suited my style 

So many lights of cars at the corner of the busy street, so many dusty noise near the pub area, so many tones of voices, colours, so many steps we carried from Brick Lane to Water loo. 

We crapped our hands as laughters jumped in between us. 

Our foot steps cracked like rowdy photographer. 

Do you still remember how the view was like, 

from Big Ben to Harrods? 

How many times did I go through the nights 

Without you 

in a swinging bus on weekends. It was still in a darkness 

when I left my place. 

It was already in 10 a.m. when I got there. 

We touched the city. Too much. 

I could see your finger prints on the escalators in the shopping mall that we visited often, 

or your brown shoes stepping on the double-decker buss. 

I remembered what we had from M&S to avoid paying expensive cost for lunch, as students. 

We were here with dreams. 

Now I only see the ordinalities in this city. 

Now I know where to go, where should avoid, where I'll be found of, where I can feel at ease. 

Too many people are humbling, louder and louder these days, they are so random. 

I can't stop what they're talking about the world. It goes round and round. 

It used to be a star, it used to be a dream city, it used to be a sparkling line that I was trying to achieve, 

but now, it is just a busy city with cloudy times 

as my home-country capital, tokyo