Answer:
What dress does everyone have, but no one wears?
What is the thing which, once poured out, cannot be gathered again?
More precious than gold, but cannot be bought, Can never be sold, only earned if itβs sought, If it is broken it can still be mended, At birth it canβt start nor by death is it ended.
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
What is lighter than what it is made of?
According to the music industry, you can count on a midnight train and the devil to turn up here.