The shy to killing sunshine
a finger to burst in the midst of smile
bashful is whithin her eyes
always don’t focus
and to lose direction

first spring carry in both hands coffee
no a sunflower tonight ~Oh~ no

The shy to kill blazing
a finger to hold resting in a nook
hastily is whithin his eyes
always don’t focus
and to find direction

first spring carry in both hands bless
no a sunflower tonight ~Oh~ no


I’m to mull over a word and a sentence secret inside
this can to be drowned alike sweet for a while