...... Night, turn the field, thinking about the empty
...... Night, turn the field, thinking about the empty ........ cut down sushi bar, we are in the middle of the unknown ... and guests napriglastli, not only out of politeness. narrow-eyed boy rides the aisles of rice at arm's length ... and in his mind playing rock and roll ... and a tray of sake is ... and all around the place a half-mile fog, and the pointers themselves are confused, where and to indicate that they ... the sushi bar now fun - my friends and try a spicy soy sauce and pin up each other about the wooden sticks. Narrow-eyed boy brings with wasabi, it looks like ... but what? severity of their bites into the language as the pain of life. music floats between us and the evening lanterns spread cozy light. quietly crept up the twilight, soon sunset hour, and we are all smashed, as the letters themselves are not going to know where and in what ways ... and yet - green tea, cake, dancing, and maybe we already do not quite .. . all long gone, just a vague recollection in the middle of the field where the wolves are prowling like a lost soul ........