Sleep tightening,
But I just resist the pressure,
'Cause the eyes don't close, by the way
And the ears can never get bored
To hear a tenderness, masked
We aren't two,
But we can be one
Inside my dream,
Inside my world
Hidden behind brown eyes
Trying to look into the sky
In search of a shooting star
So far...
That does all getting better.
No matter,
How long can take..