Night bus headed for Shinjuku

The light turns off with drowsiness

Sleeping on your arm pillow

Night bus arrived at Shinjuku thirty minutes early

It's like midnight in winter

White breath can't even be the signpost

A couple talking about music, the girl has better taste

Morning cafe brings the dawn

Looking down on the city

Crowd of coats with various colours

String of trains come and go

You are asleep with an anxious look on your face

Laying your head on my jacket as an arm pillow

Warm hands

We kissed

The dream walks and starts from here

The scramble spreads out, all over the place

We walk on ... walk on