Tell me, little moth,
You fly to the Sun -
Who's the smarter of them all,
Chinese or Japanese?
Red, white, black, yellow, little moles,
We live in a world of illusions - both you and I.
A drunken Moon sobs amidst the waves,
The orchestra plays worse with every beat.
It's nice to live in the captivity of an intoxicated dream,
Fallen to the bottom of a warm spring puddle.