Beyond the ticket gate.

The other side of the ticket gate and this side.
Escaping from the birdcage platform,
the precious time we spent.

Making a promise for next time,

See you later,

I said with a smile, over and over and over again,
turning back to wave my hand vigorously with a smile,
waving it bigger than anyone else,
the moment I could no longer turn back,

tears began to spill out, drop by drop.

What was on the other side of the ticket gate was,
because you were watching me with a slightly worried look,

don't die before me, okay?

Because I don't want this to be the end.

While we both felt that a little bit,
we never said it out loud to each other,
firmly keeping a lid on anything that would make us sad,
doing only fun things and laughing.

Until the last tour that will come someday.

The journey never ends.