I can’t tell my secrets.
I have no key to that door.
Something keeps me joyful,
but I cannot say what.



Tonight, a singing competition:
Jupiter, the moon, and myself,
the friends I’ve been looking for!




Tonight with wine being poured
and instruments singing among themselves,
one thing is forbidden,
one thing: Sleep.



When longing is sharp,
and the ruby color deep,
we welcome your grief,
but don’t bring ambition or wanting,
or sleepy boredom.