Nojoto: Largest Storytelling Platform

Through the window of my seat, I saw her beautiful

Through the window of my seat,
I saw her beautiful, glittering face.
She was looking at my train,
which was running at a slow pace.

I wanted to tell her something,
and she looked at me by god's grace.
But, the volume of my voice was low,
and the train won the race. Her face 
#VKS
Through the window of my seat,
I saw her beautiful, glittering face.
She was looking at my train,
which was running at a slow pace.

I wanted to tell her something,
and she looked at me by god's grace.
But, the volume of my voice was low,
and the train won the race. Her face 
#VKS