The Taste of Moonlight and Warm Milk
I returned to the city after a year of running away from
Midnight Diner
The Scent of Old Paper and Simmered Pears
I always found sanctuary in the silence of this bookstore, where time
The Taste of Sun-Drenched Peaches
I used to think that city life was a series of cold
The Aftertaste of Warm Milk and Old Pages
I used to think the city was a place that only taught
A Sip of Starlight in an Iron City
I come to this city not as a tourist, but as an
The Midnight Glaze of Lost Memories
I used to believe that my life was a series of cold,
A Taste of Saltwater Taffy in an Urban Rainstorm
I remember the exact taste of that Tuesday: a bowl of chilled
The Scent of Toasted Memories in an Orange Bag
I walked through the neon arteries of Shinjuku, my fingers tightening around
A Spoonful of Peach Dreams in Glass Bubbles
I used to think my life was like these glass spheres—clear,
A Cloud of Sugar for Two Solitary Souls
They say the city is a machine that never sleeps, but sometimes
A Taste of Saltwater Peachs
I used to think that love was like a fancy French pastry—
A Sip of Sunsets and Saltwater Dreams
I used to think that happiness was a meticulously planned spreadsheet and
