There's an ad that reads:

Heart for rent

Fairly good location

Anyone who's interested

Please, on the 15th night of the lunar month

Direct your inquiries to the full moon

 

The moon waxes and wanes

In the heart chamber, it's drizzling

Not because the rent is too high—

The space is too small

It can't fit many memories in

The door opens and closes

Jammed constantly by the vicissitudes of life

Such that once the chamber is empty

It's empty for many years

 

Walls collapse, tiles crack

The heart chamber becomes obsolete gradually

A renovation or a restoration

Shall have to wait till next life to embark on