Days make seasonal change.

It sometimes so hastens, but another time offers us so slowly stepping usage serially.

Hay fever stimulates my nose, but windy air gradually changes from only chill bringing to softened tickling to me, but to the other one, how they could be tangible, to it I have no idea.

Orangey paler grayed skies prior to evening glow gives any walker kind of feeling so pleasant and a little bit so itchy.

In a commuter train vehicle, I got a reminiscence at so younger days which was bringing me so small chuckle, that voice could be noticed by so younger male student tasty passenger beside the door even through my mask, with his face turned to me. 

Give love a chance on me, I am wishing on my mind to God. 
That could be compared to personal experience to be at chapel, like an impression at being surrounded by Much's murals.

Reminiscence is made of our mind's persitence to particular thing in past, and its unresolved mind for keeping going on lifespan.

Give love a chance on  me, I am wishing on my mind to God.

Take all breezes turned to loving words!

Make them whispering to me making me love, oh, my sweet Lord!

Give love a chance on me, and you, all of us on the earth, hey, You!

Being full of doubt and fear to anybody makes our mind satanic in confronting the one, oh, my God, please make me soothed mind just at one more chance!

Then, please give love a chance on me again!

You take or gift in an occasion!

Please put You on merciful look and send its mind on me!

Naked tress at riverside, at my reminiscence of the other day, accentuates a first class river making quiet river beach's landscape of winter's evening days.

Just put my loving on controlled way reasonably to anybody, my Lord!

Please put me on my same orbit for loving anyone but the one!

Give me a chance to let me go from now bound mind to loving prison!
Please give me a chance to ride on Russ's light groovy rhythmic lyric, but I don't wanna miss me when I' m gone, neither!

Just give me a chance to let me go from this locked up chain to martydom of destinial loving to the one, so occasionally as easy as Basquiat's mural on street walls. 

But, just here is not New York, nor Paris, nor Yangon, Hong-Kong, much less Санкт-Петербург（Saint Petersburg）nor so.

Talking chance to You must be coming to me again, but at the time, please give a word of wisdom for getting over these days' so frustrated duration, but I'd never be Werthers!

(to be continued)

Feb. 5th. 2021