seconds passing one by one,
want more words, or glass of wine?
stars are hidden at night's mist
what is curse and what being bliss?
who are plays us? god or devil?
glass of wine? thank you a lot
who will first makes check-and-mate?
what is coincidence? what — fate?
seconds falls in well of sky
who from two will laugh, who cry?
stars are hidden, God are sleep
seconds are endlessly deep
Ver.2 (if you prefer right edited version):
Seconds flit, each one in line,
Do we want more words or wine?
Stars are shrouded in the night's mist,
What's the curse, and what is bliss?
Who manipulates our play, God or devil?
Glass of wine? To that, I revel.
Who will make the first checkmate?
This is fate or mere trait?
Seconds fall into the well of sky,
Who will laugh, who shall cry?
Stars are hidden, God's in sleep,
The depth of seconds remains endlessly deep.