I don't make fun of you
Who look pale and shadowy.
The incandescent lamp sheds light
On the yellowish wallpaper.
The green black hair caresses
My blushed cheeks.
Transparent tears drop.
During the pitch-black night,
A pink angel comes down and
Changes the sepia photo into a bright one.
Golden light reaches the sky blue windows.
You change into a rose pink clothes.
We exchange milky greetings with each other.
And a platinum day begins.