The sweetest sun without the moon
Are trees that fly and own the sky
For you I smile my tears to cry,
Barefoot, selfless, and hurt! I hide,
Deep ocean is nothing if it's you I'm touching,
For my lonely soul had been longing,
The lips I dare to own all morning.
You smell like strawberry to me,
Stand as King of Kings I see,
In your own existence my gold!
Brought by such eternal cold!
Roses are you in raging flames,
A never ending kind of game,
Seeking hearts where I found fire.
