Sweet sweet morning
Month of rainfall
Now we’re awake
Smooth caramel, crushed almonds
We can escape the sun
And run through the coming
Of night
Higher goes your heart
Beating, heaving
To the sky, bright blue
Burning in sapphire fire
Making sweet jams
Recording moments
Love scenes
Throwing clothes
Primal art, they call it
I say it’s just the two of us
The higher we rise
The softer your lips gets
So I must return to your heart
To find the road of red
Wait, before we crave the taste of peaches
Let’s burn the candle bright
Because, the dew has become the moth
SIMPLE WORLD 