We'll draw the charms of winter
The planet was covered in light ash
We're strangers on this earth.
Though we've been through so many years
Why do I request that bow?
What's with the arrow, the sloppy throw?
I didn't want to fight – I had my world.
You took everything, even the dream.
I look solemnly, seriously
On that face in black wrapped
Cereal mildly tickles the temple
But they can't hide the withered flowers.
