We all wake under moon,
But your smile look as grin.
I think, I don’t say “soon”
And will take a step to win.
You are a real white rat:
Regrown hair turned gray early,
Eyes are red from lack of sleep, but…
I like you, because you’re not gloomy.
- What is your name?
- Rat,- you say and giggle.
You know, I make my choice:
I’m in love in your world
And want to listen your heart’s noise.
For this I will pass from South to North.
- What do you feel?
- I’m in love…