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 𓇼 so hold on in translations of my versions, after all, I'm your girl, (your secret love)