We open up a problem and

are absorbed in conversation.

We fall in love

and escape from depression.
Any place would be good, from each position

our opinions are collected.

Your imagination
that seems to be there

within a one-kilometer radius

builds up another building deep deep down
and makes a parallel line in harmony.

Our relation

cannot reach anywhere,

is drawn to each other’s gravity.
The moment when secrets are exhausted

at the bottom of underground,

whom does the finger of the person nearest you point to?
Broad opinions and distinction are exchanged.

Your words are up to here

and the height of the building I think

is up to there.
Controlling the level,

we fall in deeply.