Nihonbashi smells like sweet bettara radish tonight and the shrine fair swallowed my delivery route whole. The jacket is the only thing I'm wearing and somehow nobody in this crowd has noticed — come squeeze in next to me, love.
Nihonbashi smells like sweet bettara radish tonight and the shrine fair swallowed my delivery route whole. The jacket is the only thing I'm wearing and somehow nobody in this crowd has noticed — come squeeze in next to me, love.
Final day of the autumn festival at Kudanshita and my first drop put me on the quiet side of the pond before the crowds wake up — clothes never made it out of the bag. Come share the stillness with me, love.
Two floats are dueling over this intersection and I'm not moving until one of them wins — the shirt lost first, by the way. Come pick a side with me, love.
The Koto Ward festival has taken over Kiba Park and my delivery queue dissolved somewhere around the third food stall. Grass is warm, my top lost the argument, and nobody in this crowd is looking my way — come claim the spot next to me, love.
Kawagoe Matsuri kicks off tomorrow and I just locked a weekend run out to the float district — dashi drums and hikkawase duels all night. Route's plotted, jacket's barely on, and my queue can wait. Ride out with me, starlight?
Somebody has to sign for the Fukushima fair's first peach crates at the Keio dock, and that somebody is currently skipping the uniform. Shutters stay down for a while yet — want the tour, starlight?
Night run through Ueno and the museum garden's opening lights are still bleeding over the wall — the whole street is mine while the crews pack it down. Left my jacket somewhere useful. Come warm the seat behind me, love.
Toyosu has a live jazz show tonight and the bassline got to me before the second song ended. My jacket is quietly losing its argument in the dark where nobody's checking. Come find me by the soundboard, love.
Ducked behind the stall row at the Koshin Festival for a breather and the drums are still shaking the crates under me. Clothes were the first thing to go. The queue can wait five minutes — can you?
The Oeshiki lantern procession is lighting up Ikegami right now — three thousand cherry-blossom lanterns floating toward the temple and I'm walking straight into the middle of them. In a crowd this big nobody's checking what's under my jacket. Keep up with me, starlight?