Run 「走る」

His footsteps thunder in my mind,
the contrast between the silent bus
and his heavy steps is
too great.

It is as if waves
are crashing on the shore.

Thunder that rumbles from miles away.

A herd, stampeding towards a future.

My route home makes me enjoy my
bittersweet life.

It also makes me think more about
The Runner Boy.

I wonder why he runs with the bus
instead of just getting on.

I wonder if he wants a friend.

I wonder what he does with his life.

I wonder why he always runs.

I wonder what he does in rain.

I wonder.