My friends and I are sitting on the third-floor balcony

Chatting about our own things

There are ashtrays and magazines on the white table

Occasionally, someone brings coffee

Just a cup of morning coffee

Just as we are tasting the coffee

We casually see the airplane

Flying by

It is said that not too far from here

There is a large airport

Every dozen minutes or so

Its huge figure appears

Disappearing between distant buildings

And between the city skyline far away

They take off or

Land

When a passenger plane flies low

We all see it–

From a distance, it flies

Not very fast