A woman making puddles in her bed at a tide

One spring Saturday, 23 p.m. In the back of an alleyway from the main street, I found a woman sitting on a flower bed and sleeping alone. She was a young woman, and she had a beautiful sleeping face. I woke up and listened to the story. She speaks in a blunt manner, with an unfocused eye floating over here... It is said that it is the return of the second party of the wedding. I drank too much and fell asleep on the roadside because I couldn't resist sleepiness. It was the wedding of a friend of friends who I had never told you before. Every time I attend a wedding ceremony, it makes me feel dark without meaning .... I took her to a nearby tavern and decided to have her drink a little more. When she saw off the last train, she came to my house with a slapstick. and as soon as he lay on the bed, he fell into a deep sleep. When I see her sleeping, I get to think about it. A few hours before dawn. it's a long night, but from here on out... look at everything.