In my eyes.
All the astringency and contradictions in my life have melted into a sweet and soft homonym-
My praise is like a happy bird flapping its wings across the ocean.
I know you like my singing. I know that only because I am a singer can I walk in front of you.
I touched your feet with the far-reaching wings of my singing, which I never dreamed I would touch.
Drunk in the singing, I forgot myself. You are my master, but I call you a friend.