Wakame
glancing at 2 lovebirds in front
one gives her life
one gives no mind
what is the deceased man thinking?
Is he missing the meat bowl?
and the clear soup?
glancing at 2 lovebirds in front
one gives her last part of takoyaki
one takes her best juicy part of the meat
what is the deceased man dressing?
Is he wearing black or white-shirt?
glancing at 2 lovebirds in front
what is love?
Are birds humming at them?
Because this is not love.
Someone ask the deceased man.
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