It's quarter passed noon a stylish guy was sitting on the bench he slurped the noodle like Mifune and he spoke to me "Hey man,give me a cigarette" It's like a daydream we were talking only about the roots That guy threw the cigarette away and he said to me "We've already Met before" It's a strange afternoon South wind was blowing through and I got a brand new point of view "Hope our paths cross again" he smiled and walked away a long shadow fell on the white lane Sometimes my mind connects me and the universe and blows away the knowledge stored up for a thousand years Then I feel...... sitting on the same bench I saw the light white moon was in the sky and I found a boy walking with a dog so I spoke to him, "Hey man,give me a cigarette"