Old Friend

A flashy house along the road
Your portrait
Your posture has improved against the beautifully stained wallpaper

I had always wished that at least we could walk side by side
But to think I have so much now
It is too much
Was it meant for you?

In the sky reflected in the mirrored building
I remembered an out-of-season swallowtail butterfly desperately trying to get inside
Back then, just like now, I couldn't help it at all
The only thing that changed was the swallowtail flying strongly in accordance with the season