Waving into the suspicious wind,
Coming from the forest in her backyard,Consisting of her imaginary world,There lives a ghost admiring her beauty,Loving her without being noticed,Hoping to get noticed.
Talking with her there in the winds,
Giving her signs,
Becoming lost in stalking all around there,
Not realizing there is someone seeing her,
Feeling the gasping blow over her ears,
And someone seems to be lost in her eyes.
The ghost feeling a temper in his heart,
Not knowing where she is staring at,
The ghost feeling all the glory to be cold,
The rhythm on his lips falling silent.
Lost in her eyes,
The beauty he always admires,
Lost in her hair waving in the flow,
Getting closer to her soul.
She looking deep into that glorious tree,
Not knowing the ghost is staring at her,
And getting closer to her soul.
She catches the gasping breath,
Feeling a shiver down her spine,
And felt a gentle kiss on her forehead!
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