He shook off the ash from the cigarette he was drinking
The scene on the other side of the road is nothing special
I was staring
From a time in the past
It would be good if you ran to me across the street
I was thinking
I'm tired of the hot days
So
I don't know how many times
The people next to me
I think it's boring
They got up and left
go
Who do I need to care about when I live with my thoughts?
My thoughts
Who are they?
They took care of it.........