“Tokyo zero degree”



In the freezing winter,
one day,
I had a warm can of coffee in my hand,
then you asked,
about the place I like the most in Tokyo,
a reply went on,
so much many doubts when we were young,
too many,
“It opens 24 hours,
you can count on,
from zero degree to forty degree,
It is there,
not always but normally,
not so much things in the world can make you feel like that,
like Lawson”,
“But the food is bad,” you said,
then I agreed,
In a zero degree sunny day,
with the warm can of coffee in my hand.