作词：杜韵
作曲：杜韵
About my traitorous behaviour, maman was severely concerned. She took me to the prophet in our village. By the way, the landscape of our village is an odd shape, somewhere square somewhere rectangle some up-hills more down-hills and all that. And there is even a lake that we are told not to go in. Last time a nymph went in, and she was pulled into a big swirl all of sudden, while she was just innocently doing some lap-swimming. Huge sound. Like those from a seashore. Well, I only read about the sea in the human world.
How much bigger can it be than our village lake? The oldest cockroach, the prophet Muilliska, told us that our lake is linked to a metal tunnel and possibly to the ocean. Every night when the light goes out, I hang on to the edge of the lakeshore and fantasize going in. But the bigger problem is the torrent does not occur until the light is on, with a human approaching…