Listen with passion to me
via the songs.
such as snow which flow slowly and trickle.
By nature,
the busy sense without holiday
uplift the tempo of rememberence
more and more and deeper and deeper inside.
Absent mind takes no notice
that clouds turns its colors
The color of minds easy to spread out more as well.
Dear April....
Please convey me
with invisible rainbow and
waves which is not actually waves
to the little blue sky chamber
And the songs as well.
Flowing with the whistling sound ,
I start playing the guitar.
Oh! The yellow ....
beating more with delight
in the melody ...