Ritual of Love

If you keep awake when you're dreaming

You can hear the noise of the silence squeaking

Reality and dream are the same

Just like the glass and the sand



A drop of water has an universe on its own

The teeth are there thanks to the gum

The skies are always in blues

You cover your feet with your shoes



Our bodies intertwined

The sacred ritual of love



The saddest thing in the world

Is the so called "joyfulness"

It is just an attempt

To hide the life's emptiness.