hold on

out of the blue, some memories with you
sealed my lips, my soul, my spirit…
𓇼
you can feel the symptom in my smile,
suavely ruled by a bijou star, like a torus
𓇼
this fire burns smoldering, while flowers
and bees trace you to turn you in honey
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so hold on in translations of my versions,
after all, I'm your girl, (your secret love)

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