Today, a girl has sat next to my seat.
She wears a shirt, a suit, and a black skirt.
Her pearl necklace is as white as her teeth.
Her elegance makes me feel inexpert.
She attracts my fearful eyes when she looks away
But when she turns to me, I look down and play fool.
Does she feel me while she looks the highway?
I ask this curious question to my soul.
Make her mine? I don't think that's possible.
I'm sure that she has someone on her mind.
Or she want her heart not to be a gamble
Because I can't talk to her, I have pined.
I hope that one day I will have the courage
To talk to her at least about the journal.