On a podium, rests stand in line, to turn red with anger.
Behind closed doors, two of my secrets, having lost.
To tarnish my own twilight years, how much is it worth, to catch at a straw.
Of the urethra, on the endless road, to walk down the same road.
On the back of a sheep, Of Chieko laughing, the bells also ring. Or, to load a sheep, of Chieko laughing, the bells also ring.