The law of the subway


The train is coming in.
I cried before the broadcast was over.
My feet were the first to sob.
A hard-stopping vehicle
I could barely stop, too.
I want to kiss the head of the running subway.
Have pins and needles in one's fingertips.
It's so hard to cross the Milky Way.
Lines get longer, I'm afraid of closing doors.
Afraid the door is closing.
A man or two is sometimes pushed aside.
New chairs to see when you get on
Two rows of chairs in the center
It is located in the middle of the subway
with its back attached.
Be placed side by side.
People must have hated the edges.
Maybe they didn't want to be pushed to the end.
So was it scary to be on the edge like that?
People looking for seats they could not face
because they felt uncomfortable with others.
Those who want to turn their backs.
He's never gonna glance at you.
You feel the same way!
But I still want to be on the edge.
It's from my heart.

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