A thousand eyes relish the smell
In the mountains of television
sets,
A white wedding dress
Comes forward, accompanied by children songs
I listen to the tone of their voice
And I watch the chains of their sound
A little girl asks me
If I have lost my home,
But the unsteady moon, suddenly falls to the ground
The little girl doesn't hear my answer
And I walk on, the other way, trying not to shove, the caps rushing
Towards the moon
Some nuts are lighting Chinese
lanterns,
There aren't any birds
My tears make a dull dry sound as they fall
Snow covers everything
Straight lines distort everything
My tears make a dull dry sound as they fall