On a day not so sunny not so cloudy
Come here around three o’clock.
Dim winter sun is felt warm
Birds fly quietly from the window through which I can look at the sun
And, listening to the Arioso of Bach played by cello, solo,
More than any other resort
More than any other heaven
It looks like heaven.
On the floor, there is a little dust to show not too much cleaning
Newly hung unbleached beige cotton curtains
Will block even the cold winter wind.
Sitting on a comfortable chair, when I have any time
I can brew you warm tea.
I wish you would really come here.