If I were a song
I would turn into a note surround you for four weeks
from your hair to your ear, and then you shake your
face and look at you,
and you Can't touch me.
If I were a gust
of wind I want to shout you run and
blow your hair back so that
your face is right
at me let your hair fly in the air
so energetic you I think it might be a
prank to
blow your hair all over your face
. Let your mouth swallow your hair
and complain Maitai me
if I were the oak in the window, I
would stare silently at you can always look at the
head, with your hands twisted hair tip
in a circle
and think I was that you
by the time you inadvertently passed through the
petals
you look at me silently
and I quietly looking at
each other quiet look at
me rubbing my wrist to think
I actually think
I do not want to see
that song you always like to listen
to always change as if never the tone of the octagonal box
I want to see
the wind can play the tune of the joy of your Four Seasons
no matter where you are
I want to see
the oak tree
close help you to sleep hair
I want to see
the petals can also see your
red ears and the
curved brow angle
I think
it would be
better
If I had a good personality.
I think I'm going to be the
song, the
wind
, the
bright petals of the oak tree.