Bauhinia

The summer of

tropical island.

She walks along with

the curly road

nearby the university

on some day before

the yesterday.

Those blue Bauhinia

blooms on her

memory shoes

in my dream

of a dreamlike city,

which the people

was holding a lantern

to illuminate

the lake

and the wind was

wiping.

And I wake

Ride the train that depart at seven

It is passing

the woods already

withered

to reaching you.