montage

perfect complete blue

grassy smelling, path line blurred
animal trail there branchin' over left and right
only hear cicada's voice that hurries you exciting
you're keepin' goin' with no doubt
I'm just runnin' to catch up you

dark green like that lets me slide into

buzzin' beetles from left and right
our taps make rhythm on grass
your breath on the way to be first to the goal
your back with my eyes to be led to my sigh

we walk furthermore, don't talk anymore on the way
always looking forward with no doubt each other
no fears, no fears now

everything is white

coming to my view getting brighter
when walking faster little by little, then my eyes met you
you leap for the new world
I follow you and

we beam with the white sunshine
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