Heading South Through the Blue Night

Blue night, red lamps, a river of light and a flowing road, heading south following the guiding signs, driving as if floating on a magic carpet

On the left, shops line the street; on the right, the coastal industrial zone, a thousand lights rising into the night sky, illuminating the floating clouds

The destination is a seaside town, where there are two red bridges; one is a well-known bridge, and the other leads to a hidden cape

Long ago, I crossed that bridge on a magic carpet with a lover; it was a blue night then, too, and we gazed at the silhouette of the land on the opposite shore from the cape

Even now in the blue night, the silhouette of the land floats on the opposite shore through the gaps in the factories, and the black bay, reflecting the flickering silhouette, seems calm

The blinking of an airplane is hidden by a chimney, flames flicker at the tip of the chimney, ahead are still red lamps, blending into the blue, the space between cars turning purple

Evening turns to midnight, a phantom version of me looks up at the sky from the sunroof, climbing the stairs of clouds reflected in those eyes, 1, 10, 100, 1000m

Phantom me, in the grand blue of the night sky, a glider occasionally blinking, looking down at the city lights, the journey south still continues, the city and the bridge have come into view