We kiss somewhere
In dreams. I don't care.
Are you ready for there?
Every vision I wear.
Maybe I'm in love,
But I don't wanna touch it so hard.
Maybe there is cold
And it fall into pieces by one slant.
Desires are around
And I come off the ground.
Don't be so proud,
Come off with me. Love.
Maybe our flight
Far away in the sky
Won't be so bright,
But will be forthright.
Unreal
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