A bird half wakened in the lunar noonSang halfway through its little inborn tune.

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

Choose the day and choose the sign of your day! The day's divinity! First thing you see!!

You live you die and death not ends it.

Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.

I pressed her thigh and death smiled.