Begs to enter you.
Don’t shut your body.
Like thunder, like midnight sun,
like cricket that sings at dusk
live directly, my friend. Live directly.
The arrow of the moon
Begs to enter you
Don’t shut your body.
The music wants to enter you.
Don’t cover your heart with morning fog.
Light begs to enter you
Don’t lock your mind with childhood stories.
Like thunder, like midnight sun,
like cricket that sings at dusk
live directly my friend. Live directly
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