Tip:
Highlight text to annotate it
X
Happily painting wings with the 7-colored crayon in my hand
Sometimes I think it’s strange
I don’t know what this feeling is… my heart’s beating faster
The inside of my heart is blotted out
By these “know-it-all” pastel colors
I clasp this hand tightly; it was a miracle you and I met
Sweet, and yet so painful it feels like it might burst
Please tell me your favorite color.
Please tell me your favorite flower.
Please tell me your favorite season.
Please tell me your favorite song.
These words are hard to say…
but I want to know…
will I become an adult someday?
Clasping this hand tightly, I paint a scene of us laughing together
There’s more I want you to teach me, like this feeling I didn’t understand
A wrong answer. A right answer.
I can’t understand this emotion.
A wrong answer. A right answer.
But I’m so happy.
At the usual place you come and pick me up
A warm breeze blows through the air
I clasp this hand tightly; it was a miracle you and I met
Sweet, and yet so painful it feels like it might burst
Piled on my lips are the flavors of my childhood and your adulthood
There’s more I want you to teach me, like the meaning of this sweetness