leaves sway with the rhythm of the wave
There rantin falling
there are fine hairs falling bird
when the rain began to patter
they know the thirsty earth
lightning was a decoration
and when I was just going to look at while you're daydreaming
if it were not for the night how I could dream of you
if it were not for the noon how I'm building a question for you
and I never get an answer
unless the question again
will hand paint your face
my eyes will decorate your face
and my words will make your heart bloom
save my reflection in your eyes
and your mouth will say my name
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