Song of Midnights

It's midnight
In the rain
A song comes down
There is spring on every fingertip
Disobedient
In the late winter.
A dust storm
And day and night I'm losing every past,
or
I'm getting the unwritten dialogue of the future
Eleven months on a dry day, Jalandhar's wife
You are beyond the rain
I'm on the other side
Are we in love with the water??
In the last thirty days of winter
There are many ways to get a job
Let's do it --
I'll sleep when I fall asleep
Untasted satisfaction in our melted voices
Do you want to mature your eyes?
I put it aside
Your song
Your gift
Your value
One day it will be a day
I'll sing everything
I'll see everything !!
You know--
I'm not sure what to do with my life
There are many springs
For the sake of love
It doesn't take any days