The goddess of the mind is angry,
how can I do this? The night has become quiet,
it has become long, and
it is making me restless.
The moon has become red,
emitting a bright light,
yet it feels good
, the light of the form of the encounter is bright.
Why are you arrogant? Oh, you lazy one,
who am I to you? Don't you know?
Oh, my beloved.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 9:37 PM UTC
The goddess of the mind is angry,
how can I do this? The night has become quiet,
it has become long, and
it is making me restless.
The moon has become red,
emitting a bright light,
yet it feels good
, the light of the form of the encounter is bright.
Why are you arrogant? Oh, you lazy one,
who am I to you? Don't you know?
Oh, my beloved.
