A bird that can’t fly
I found it
Such a poem named after it
I walked around the city in the morning and in the evening
My portrait,
It’s good to listen to your favorite music,
Sometimes I ask myself, and there are things I don’t understand.
You can rely on someone for a moment.
Let’s listen to a slow sound tonight.
Was it raining?
I forgot about that.
A bird that can’t fly that
Raindrops Keep Fallin‘ on My Head and Blowin‘ In The Wind somewhere far away.
Junri Kamiwaki – www.instagram.com/constration20/, www.junri-kamiwaki.studio
