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Watching a cinema where ghosts are dancing,
Tuesday Moon, shadowed.

Drinking milk at a bar without a bartender,
Wednesday Moon, sinking.

The King of Slum, charming his harem,
Thursday Moon, swaying.

Dinner with bacon or something simple,
Friday Moon, rushing by.

Saturday, Sunday, Monday—they're all gone,
Weekly, already lost within me.

From morning to night, and back to morning,
Just listening to and creating music endlessly.