Wander Around Shibuya

It was Tokyo's dry cold season I should’ve worn a plaid trench coat when ‘twas perfect to stroll around. It felt endless to wander under the lights of Shibuya Crossing; My destination was nowhere to be found. I wish I had attended to late-night parties. I wish I had joined groups in open streets. But it was too early to run out of fuel So, I headed back to my fancy hotel room with swollen feet. Before I slept, I thought “I wish I have seen the blossoming beauty that grows on Sakura’s twigs…” But autumn visited too soon; It hastily vanished with the wind.