Cooking a dream on a slow train

词写于留宿由布院的一个有雨浇灌的温暖夏夜，次日在由布院之森的列车上，一段可爱旋律从窗外的绿意盎然间顺着眼睛滴答答跃入脑海。
就这样，颠锅翻面，我用风景伙同着乱七八糟的杂乱记忆炒了一盘梦，一起品尝吧。

Deeply down into
Shadow of the city‘s heart
Burying me
Under all the twisting clouds
To cook a dream for you…

To cheerfully draw
a painting with a fallen leave
Sending it
As a letter that must be late
Beginning with Dear Sophia

Dear Sophia
Don‘t ask those stupid questions
You were you，you are you
and you will be you in the future

Wish you frankly express what you think
Wish you gladly hug the sunshine you meet
Phone never rings in the tirtle‘s home
Lalalalalala

The day just lasts for 25 hours
The extra hour is a copy of dusk
Don‘t move
Dreams take the world over！

Carefully climing up
on top of the diary
to look for
How to serve the conjecture
Unpredictable…

Finally finish the
lego of the diary
Where‘s the door
I have to ask Dr.Turtle
The mirror asks me back