I need a bunch of melody
Some sounds are also enough for me
I know that I already don't stop
But I want to see I move around
It does not have to be rhyme
Perfectness is the enemy of time
Even though the colors get pale and paler
And the music detains my bone
I dream of a summer night
Alive, sweet, young, and warm
Am I missing a thing
Or is it just a gloomy day with an undetermined helmless wind
The water falls in front of me
Does try to say no comic
Or there is no sign of any suffering
Water falls and we are wandering
To write it down
Watching, hearing, and swallowing
