I dissolve the moon in coffee
I dissolve the moon in coffee
And sprinkle the spice of bygone days
On the sheet, noir patterns have faded
A waltz of Scylla and Charybdis - the apex
Blinded, the porcelain of the cup
Will crack, unable to hold back the flow
And the fog of a tear will spill with golden light
The trail of incense, like meaning, continue the path
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