Some things are sad
Like listening to the melting sound of
sea salt
In fish soup

Like listening to an exquisite silver spoon
Speak softly of the past
nothing does matter to
Sea salt, ticking, ticking, nourishing
A few cats again

The sunlight is getting full
Such as
the mind of a mole, Time is like this

So we are always grateful for
The beauty of loafing away

And, you still love me

Some things are sad
Like listening to the melting sound of
sea salt
In fish soup

Like listening to an exquisite silver spoon
Speak softly of the past
nothing does matter to
Sea salt, ticking, ticking, nourishing
A few cats again

The sunlight is getting full
Such as
the mind of a mole, Time is like this

So we are always grateful for
The beauty of loafing away

And, you still love me