Echo of a party

It’s Friday night

No friends,

But a wish, blowing

To my Lady, my

Dream, my

Beginning – her –

I’d show her her

Picture, her beautiful

Person, and wind

Sister, my life, my

Dream, echoing

About how much better

She is,

That she is everything

And I couldn’t care

Less about Friday night

With no friends, only

If she were my friend,

Here,

Is my dream without

Ending