On a cold morning in October, Getting on the bus and looking out the window, On a fogged canvas You'll see my letter through the glass. Only my handwriting brought out the request. I know, no matter how life shakes, It's so important to hear sometimes From someone close to you, "smile". I hope the word is on the glass Indeed, it will dispel the darkness of your thoughts And it will become warmer in the soul With the message that the weirdo wrote. | Anything