浜田真理子 「MARIKO」

22時に仕事を上がり、蕎麦でも搔き込んで帰ろうかと駅前まで、こんな時間なのにお客さん結構入ってるぞそば。店内は灰色の顔したサラリーマン達。飲み屋じゃないよ蕎麦屋だよ。なーんだかここに染まるのにはまだ早いと直感スルー、したは良いけどさてどうするか、ラーメンか、油取り込んで若さ見せるか今時か、違うよなぁ、飲んでもないのに欲しないよなラーメンなんて。帰ろうか、帰ろう我が家。暖かい我が家、きっと何かを食べるかなんてより、どこで食べるかの方が大切なはず。そうだとも、〜〜それで結局一人寂しくたまご落としてチキンラーメン。。なんだかな。そんな切ない夜のBGMに胸締め付けられる浜田真理子さんの弾き語りを。涙しょっぱい。

The rise of work at 22, to the front of the station or go home and crowded can 搔 in buckwheat, buckwheat'll contains plenty audience though it is this time. The store office worker who drove a gray face. It's soba shop'm not a bar. Beneath good but intuition through the early still is to stain here or I Na, ramen, such Yo does not want or these days, I wonder'm different now what to do, or ramen, or show youth by importing oil, to not even drink Nantes. Or go home, go home to my house. Home warmer, more, in where to eat what to eat Nantes surely should be important. Even so, the chicken ramen lonely one person after all so ~ ~. I dropped the egg,,. I somehow. A recital with a musical instrument of Hamada Mariko who is tightened chest to BGM of such a painful night. Salty tears.