My brain gets dizzy when this little boy draws love easily
for I forgot how to fall in love.
He said, once tongue get freeze, cheeks will blushed quietly,
and nobody would forget how to love.
In my eyes has been born weary words,
and the sun--that spilled to my coffee
of which I cherished every morning
then decayed in every dusk.
This little boy shows me how to embrace love.
But he’s nowhere,
except for a passing shadow
Maybe I shouldn't looking for him.
For I become him,
worship inside of him.