Dawn is leaping to us but we want it creeping
Tip the poison bottles— be quick, we are chasing!
Don’t want it to end, can’t we go back from the dusk?
Where our visions are fogging with blissful purples?

How this could be a mountain memory,
How this could be an anxious scenery,
Wrap your arms around me when we both scream
The noise that only two of us can hear.

It’s dreading to feel the slap of time on our cheek,
But it’s the wind of the night that we are here for,
So let me feel your joyful teeth around my neck
While we slur our laughters and be washed down the sink.

We’re awake, can you feel the blood pumping?
Like the beat of thunder and rise of sun,
Don’t you dare don the shimmering armour,
Because our feet tread on the yellow road.

Be warmed as we raise our swords to revolution—
This leads to liberty of our own illusion
Let’s not tell for tomorrow, there’s money to pay,
Let the hooves of horses run wild; we’ll be our queens.

Do you see our figures in dark night sky?
As we’re hanging on the edge of the cliff?
With every red drink is a rush in me;
With every smell of your night is a spree.

My match stick is blazed, swallowing flames of bonfire,
The wind is chill on our skin, I flinch on your sigh,
Can we not see this moment in a picture frame?
Let us convince ourselves that this is every night.