There was a thread on the ground.

It was a common white thread.

However, it was frightfully long.

It extends all the way to far.

Hold the end of the thread and pull it,

the thread will drag forever.

I feel like it will be burned in the middle,

chasing the tip of the thread while wrapping it around my hand.

Eventually my hand began to hurt.

I just gave up winding up,

I solved the thread and chased the falling thread with my eyes.

Even so, it is a strong yarn.

It is not cut to cross the roadway.

It is also entangled with a person's ankle.

"Oh, thread is entangled with your feet"

She was my favorite woman, so I took care of her.

"Oh, I did not notice."

She had a flat face.

It's just like she does not see threads.

Well, indeed, it is just a white thread.

It seemed like a red thread would predict destiny,

but I could not expect such expectation.

I am tired from walking, and the sun has fallen at last.

The white thread disappears beyond the dark.

After a while I got lost, eventually I gave up the pursuit.

From tomorrow I'm tied up and I am a working guy.

It is not a case of chasing thread.

Perhaps it just goes on and on.

I told myself, I came home.

That's all.

It is a boring story of white thread.