Shadows span the entirety of Shikoku line.

Shadows of men and women,

hustling to and from work to punch their final card.

Shadows of children and grandparents,

ending both days beginning and days well spent.

Shadows of lovers and loved ones,

holding each other tightly at the world’s end.

Each shadow told a story,

of the day when the sun set in the east.

Each shadow was cast long and the thin,

as the sun went down over the sea side.

Each shadow never faded,

even as the day grew so shaded.

Some say at night you can watch the shadows,

as they dance and move with delight.

Each shadow goes and lives its own life,

waiting for their stop to come,

and for the train to take them away.