Siam moon

Sometimes the world spin

and in the sky the moon shines in Siam.

Then the alley fast dancing,

and street raindrops song

falls in love. I swear by the stone,

and the collection that I did not

never be the old back wind.

Come clean winds

air, when it is too

gray, and depression.

I'm not due for you

your sleeve, I feel tomorrow

burning flesh.

Nostalgia is sometimes in,

then out.