Moonshine Brown water Hides secrets of death Night strains onto the fields Like sticky sperms A far house Immersed in emptiness Desolated lands Crying their solitude to the wind…. Pulsing vein of the arm Could explode And stain with blood Your tidy white bed Live one more minute And taste the bitterness of sadness A little girl plays with her doll In the room filled with silent moonshine.