A voile for my precious books,
One curtain to protect my poor skin from the world,
It hurts to see the light of day, to breathe fresh air of life,
Thus I stay inside, and read to no end,
So my mind can be cloaked in a realm of knowledge and fantasy,
A frozen flame quietly flickers within my chest,
Awaiting the arrival of the night at last,
So I can wander around under the luminous moon,
And not be afraid of any pain,
On this lonely road.

~ Umi