崖の端みたいなところを
自衛隊でもあるまいに。
「追い越すよ。ごめんなさいよ」
後方から知り合いの声。
どうやら自転車に乗って追い越すつもりらしい。
だが、左右にそんな余裕はない。無視無視。
やがて駅の構内に到着した。
そうだ。早く電車に乗らなきゃ遅刻する。
通路では、かつて社長だった男が名刺を配っていた。
選挙中の代議士みたいな声で土下座までしてる。
転職して新規開拓の営業をしているようだ。
痛々しい。落ちぶれたものよ。
Crawling Forward
I'm crawling forward on a place like the edge of a cliff.
Not even a self-defense force.
"I'm overtaking. I'm sorry."
The voice of an acquaintance from behind.
Apparently he's going to ride a bike and overtake me.
However, there is no such room on the left and right.
Ignore, ignore.
Eventually I arrived at the station yard.
That's it.
I'll be late if I don't get on the train early.
In the aisle, a man who was once the president
was handing out business cards.
He even makes a dogeza with a voice
like a representative during the election.
He seems to have changed jobs
and is in the business of developing new businesses.
He looks painful. He's a downfall.
