Contrast of Orange Shine

All the wind is plastering on the skin
humming a song, you look like
a bird

Jewels in my room had been marked
black, I am no longer the same,
which was back then

In the foggy weather, I took a chance
I believed in myself, did I? Do not
know the answer yet

Got back into my room, 4 o'clock on the
slightly clock-walk, where is your
presence?

Ain't feeling it, in fact, I'm inquiring
my head is numb, been in thoughts
for hella years

Could you step in?
All my life I'll hold you keep you
and you will warn - until the sunrise
meet sunset

Contrast of orange shine is on my
windowsill, here is a sign you are
a music - man, here

o! I been waiting!

Slowly breathing like a dragon
walking step by step to me
inevitable saliva, pupils are
like syrup maple


Fulfilling presence constantly soaring,
you are playing on flute
it is 1520 century, O my dragon

Had been released, unleashed, mad

I will soothe your wounds, a stream
will be blowin to Atlantic
undecorated water-stiff (soft), yet perplexed

Jewels now is pitch-black, forged
worries cracked, let off 'em 

He is singing quite soon he is tellin':
Thing I had never felt or dark
times like hollow, hillow

I accept any.

On my lavender pillows, you are
kissing me goodbye, hovering through
me tranquilly, closing window

As soon as I awoken
toe by toe like hime before, rushing
to the dressing table

(sighing in right there
holding back myself from crying
puffy eyes are snapped out of a dream
cheeks - are wept)

- lonely thin saliva
on a flat note
that had been left.

What I'm seeing?
holding back myself from crying
- lonely golden flute
that had been left.