Miyazuri

Hello, Miyasuri.
Lets go to the sea and shelter from the rain.
Quietly, as if we agreed before.

Miku threw a snail
its learning to disappear in the rain.
We might be going to study how maps breathe.

Even the lawless ones ache a little.
Famous faces stay cool,
like glass that forgot its reflection.

It doesnt stop, does it.