The night sky exposed a few smiles of yours, mirroring 'em, quietly, through my window. Nobody looked at 'em. I sent 'em in a dream . Dream is entitled, — once in a blue Monday . Glancing at it, the moon revealed its proud. It adored my tactic of screening your smiles.

the mysterious bouquets of sentiments are invaded subtly my spirit ‧ the steam of tempting fragrances are linden , mint , and chamomile ‧ the flu's period flourished in an instant, flooding me with a fire burnin' inside ‧ gradually, my cure gets a blessed achoo… inevitably, i'm thinking of you…