SEIKATSU.

A message left unread.
A playlist I can't delete.
Dishes left unwashed.
A convenience store in the middle of the night.

Even after love has ended,
the room still holds
the time we spent together.

A Tuesday afternoon,
with the washing machine running.
Rain outside the window.

Do I want to forget,
or do I still want to remember?
I don't know,
and still, another ordinary day moves on.

I still haven't quite found my way back
to "SEIKATSU."