SWEET MILK
She laughs beyond a sunlight
It turns round and round with bare feet
An angel's tatoo A red pierced
The grain of light shines with the taken-off sandals
The sunlight above
A wind whispers
the white skin was a slight fever
Although it doesn't know wether you will know,I always consider
I am good only with sweet milk and you
As it is your hand is pulled where does it go?
It has been laughing, since it is not made to already feel sad
THen,does it pass by you and me
Day like aweet milk
Since I protect your thing all the time
The white skin is not melted
The white skin is not melted