Night and a forgotten room and a ladder around, the attic rose us, and the house, in this evening, revolved around.. and the attic, longing for love & a new worry, it has energy and energy is open to sigh, and the lights of the houses are lanterns, a lantern keeps another lantern on, and you are guarded in my heart by the blossom of the burning and fire. Hope the room were smaller and alone awake while the houses of the earth sleep, and under the jasmine lanterns you and I are hidden

We tell sweet stories and no one knows what happened

O small small room, where love I met, wider than a great world and more precious than hundred houses. I am tired and I want to talk to you, God keep you, move me to the windows of night and to the house roofs