The Taste of Tea


as they set my heart on fire.
Is your soul ablaze?
For a long time, nothing burnt me.

The color of the burning sky, the smell
Ah, you’re beautiful.
Still hurts when I breathe.

And your favorite color’s blue.
I’m leaving too.
Don’t make light of this.

All I care about is if you’ll love me
The twinkling signal, yes, the signal
Sorry, my hands were dirty.

a story she always remembered,
Happens sometimes.
Your tears are the signal, the signal

And finally they become so heavy,
But it has to be like this, you see.
You’re hot water. I know.

Facing the golden sunlight
Where did I go wrong?


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