Doll

sitting by the window,
  gracefully drizzled by sunshine
  of the eyes full of pretentious liveliness
a doll-like figure of yours
     staring at the sky

the train goes past
    the number of houses, throughout the city
    busting out from the cloudy Nagoya
 we can see the sea, from afar

I wonder where you're heading
     and who awaits for your, at the journey's end
       through my sunglasses, stealing a glance,
          a fleeting feeling, of regret and loneliness

just one stop, before the last
     departed into your own world once again
        and I'm into mine,
              towards destined tomorrow