To the tune of "Telling My Most Intimate Feelings" When night comes, I am so flushed with wine, I undo my hair slowly: a plum calyx is stuck on a damaged branch. I wake dazed when smoke breaks my spring sleep. The dream distant, so very distant; and it is quiet, so very quiet. The moon spins and spins. The kingfisher blinds are drawn; and yet I rub the injured bud, and yet I twist in my fingers this fragrance, and yet I possess these moments of time!