Go forth, truly hot-blooded biscuits!
You are the happy summer night coffee machines of victory
for the blue is only as resonant as the rainbow is pink
and the manpower of your hometown is a soap-bubble lullaby game.
Hey, future! Your story of lonely oranges is annoyingly sexy
and that fish you let go was revolutionary.
As for this day, Mr. Moonlight’s alive!
and the Romans of Osaka are walking toward the peace of morning.