One winter night,
Mr.
It's been a long time since I saw that kid.
Two months? Four months? Or longer.
Countless nights,
Just like tonight, listening to music, drinking red wine, and meditating...
How is he?
One winter night,
0805 wears standard motorcycle clothing, drives a motorcycle, and rides on a deserted road.
The howling wind whistled with a powerful roar,
The thrill of speed brought by motorcycles,
It seems to interpret silent longing in the dark night,
I haven't seen that gentleman for a long time.
How is he?
Intention: I wish them good things