In the warm summer nights

Nothing happens

Perhaps a star disappears through

The open window

Perhaps a cricket is heard from afar

However even the clock is not ticking

In the warm summer nights

Nothing happens

 

Under the mulberry tree in the village

They sit and talk

They read a book with a musty smell

They close their eyes and are silent

Nothing else happens

In the warm summer nights

Under the mulberry tree in the village

They sit and talk