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