UnFoLd Me NOW

Happy new year, dear reader.

Unfold me now.

Standing in the desert, What time is it?
I am still here.
When will I see your face, beauty/
When will you open the red tulip flowers?
My stiffiness inwards is dripping soul sugar.
Unfold me now.

Blue, red and chariots.
Flying wheel stars.
Head turning milky way.
Like a whirling soul, tired of sitting in the body universe.
When will you open the red tulip flowers?
Unfold me now.