Sleeping on the bed
We slip into another land
Nothing picks us
When the evacuation is done
Happily, we rise up
And sip and sip and sip tea
Till the voice slips out, "so tasty"
A new sunrise,
A new sky,
A new brreze,
A new noon,
A new evening,
A new star
The work of charming us passes by
Our sad songs evaporate too
We weave the same story
We wait for the new year again