It was a shinny day people walk around Shibuya street People walk wear their own colour of clothes
There is a boy He look for his ground He was lost in the shibuya street People stucked at the moment Come to help or not
He lost his way to go home He lost his guadiances He lost to a place he never know His path was erased
He forgot his destiny But, there is a man Who brings him home Lead his Pieces of heart
Back to his hold A man who's prying on him Shibuya street, a place that lead him Shibuya street a place of his lost Shibuya street a place of his guidiance
this poet is dedicated to Alffy. A friend of min since I was in the elementary school