Fortune Cookie

Three oclock on the weekend

Driving to the harbor town

A really short drive

Your

Little blue car is

Driving along the same course

Gazing at the usual views

Without

Saying anything

The weekend weather forecast is

Rainy in the late evening

Rainy till tomorrow morning

You

Without looking at me

Start to talk to me quietly

Perhaps the usual talk

Sayonara

Sayonara

It stated to rain as usual

I forgot my umbrella as usual

Where is your blue car

Off to now

After dropping me off?

Seven oclock on the weekend

Near the harbor town

At a restaurant in chinatown

The two of us

Having a meal

With the same old menu

As if we were lovers

This is the end of us

When we had dessert

Inside the fortune cookie

The waiter gave me:

Soon something good

Is going to come along.