while living an insignificant day by day
stories left inside the heart
you were always standing by my side and listening
with nothing to ask in detail about
whether it be an obvious complaint or not
if it wasn't with you I wouldn't tell the story
a story from a friend who i met on the metro by chance
badmouthing that actor from the drama
you listed with a beaming smile
occasionally until venting in pointless anger
not big, trivial stories
piling up is a sad thing
I'm alone on a day like today
thinking of you is a sad thing
I became a man who keeps secrets well