whenever I cover my mouth
in the shade of your hair
how many songs come out
in the background of my mind
write a song on eyelashes
write a song on lips
That means all the songs of the heart
writing about sweet hurts
Like a thorn pricking a bare foot
Such songs come to my mind
As if the eyelids are closed
the earth's frenzies fell asleep
If the eyelids lift, it's like
communicated without speaking
Like sunshine, wearing a scarf,
you are sitting in the shade
Such songs come to my mind