Midnight at past.
On the way to Mt. Fuji,
I watched the light of the eyes of the small deer from a car.
I told it to fellow passengers immediately,
but nobody watched it besides me.
It was an instant, but I surely watched it.
Like the ripple of the surface of the water that shook,
they came back in each pleasure.
it was already impossible to prove it.
However,
It was glad that two tiny light had become only mine.
Seeing is Believing
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