friend

Misunderstanding between us, driving, noisy, strange

At least we used to be friends and sisters

We are from strange to familiar, from gathering to separation

We are driving on this train of friendship

We have come down and separated

We went up and met together.

Maybe we don’t remember each other’s voice

Maybe we have already blurred the memory

But at least that train will help us remember

Recording our friendship and good memories

The third day: the past with the wind