I will leave, I will stay

- tasting honey in the glass prison -

As the moon craves to take the sun's place your lips catch mine in an endlessly sweet kiss.

The taste of honey and milk hides the poison that lies behind it. The addictive mix won't let me go.

I'm captured in a glass prison, made by your soft touches which are lingering on my skin.

While my lips quiver and my hands tremble, I try to break down the glass walls.

I want to escape from that never-ending dream but don't send me back to the reality.

I feel like I have to let go

but do I have to?