Lululu on Friday

It has been three years since I became a salaried worker.
Is my life happy?

The company is relatively pleasant, and I think I have met warm friends.
The train I take every day has an air of melancholy about it, and it takes me at a fixed time.

The supermarket I stop at every day before going home.
I always buy two bottles of beer, edamame (green soybeans), and today, fried chicken.

With you, really.
With you.

What am I missing to be with you?
Today, too, I stare at the moon.