Let us go and make our visit
to the magic world,
where angels come out from formless stones.
Oh,do not ask,”What is it?”
We can go up and down,
Talking of Michelangelo.

No doubt you will forget,
to blink your eyes,
I know them all,
For I have known them all already,known
them all:
Have known the evenings,mornings,
afternoons,

We can together measure our life,
with coffee spoons,
And talk on art,love and death.