When my span was walking nearby the midnight, those trivial affairs around the world could no longer attach on my heart.

For knowing very well that I do not know anything else, my old and unknowable heart drives me back to the old park.

A sudden wind, bringing along with the music and scent of nature, plays harmoniously with the dance of my collars and the jumping notes of my instrument. They are all surrounded into the arms of the moonlight.

Then what do the words love, poverty, and optimism mean to me? I can say no more but transfer the question to fishers' song sailing to the far far end of the sea.