The surrounding is quiet
Thought I'm not a poet
I'm only asking for a minute
And not to suppressed your limit
I don't want to cling on something
But I can't help but to giggling
When I'm the one who's staring
By the start of your strumming
I love how your eyes danced merrily
And the gentle way you spoke;
The way you filled my aimless days,
With bitterness and hope
I search you in crowds,
In empty fields and soaring clouds.
In city lights and passing cars,
on winding roads and wishing stars
Though I am far more mesmerizing
Far more interesting,
And I'm not wearing a crown
But I'll try to slow it down
❞
