The airport after 6am,
I'm already fully awake,
It was already halfway through the day.
The area is busy with the sound of many tourists' voices.

You're supposed to be able to see through the window.
Planes and runways still in the dark,
The too-white lights reflected in the glass,
It makes the airport look even more spacious.

My son has just finished a week's stay,
London again.

It was also short,
It was also long,
A feeling of not being able to think.

During his stay, he,
I was busy with various errands.
People to meet, places to go, food to eat...

They want to base their lives in London.
From now on, it will look like this...
Come back to Japan about once a year,
During their short stay,
After running errands,
Fly away again.
It will be like that.

If you come back once a year,
It may still be good.

I try to tell myself that, though,
The word is still wandering around somewhere.

His figure went to the other side of the gate,
They disappeared amongst the people.

Later that evening,
I headed to the house in the forest.
The sky, still holding traces of sunset,
darkened quickly and without ceremony.

At the edge of the sky,
a thin moon was floating—
a fragile crescent that looked as if it might break.