the brick house is enveloped by the wanton ivy
the ghost-like habitants come and go by the windows
once a swallow zipped through, room to room
and all the lights were turned on
my sweet Matilda
I'd like to catch a glimpse of you
even if it's just you in the window
give me a few seconds please
who sings that mellow song?
is it you, Matilda?
soft as a willow in the wind
thicker than a summer forest
I'm happy
even if you don't know me completely
miserably I adore you
just like the agony of the June crescent moon