In this kind of packed train, we are like strangers, not knowing of each other’s stories, avoid each other’s glance, and heading toward different directions.
We are seating apart, separated by dozens of people who are real strangers.
In this kind of packed train, we are like strangers; there is always a chance that we might pass each other’s by, not knowing that we complete each other’s jigsaw puzzle.
But in this case right now, we are destined to meet; to know, to fall in love, and to hold hands.
Until we are strangers no more.
~Kyoto, one day in Spring