If I sleep too much
A good Chinese apple
Shine to the touch
My sweet-feeling capital
It's hard to change
Something supernatural
Unlock my body and move myself at last
In the warm liquid, flowing glowing gla**
Cla**ical music, blasting masks are ringing in my ears
am i waiting for the only recovery of simple paths between the branches
flowering chance fence-slats rattling
fingers pushing through slowly brushing past a fast glimpse of you
If I sleep too much
A good Chinese apple
Shine to the touch
My sweet-feeling capital
It's hard to change
Something supernatural