I found a pale bright pink flower
On my way to plant the seed of light
I think we will grow on mountains
Together with snow and rain fallen
Above our heads are flying birds
Singing to the sunshine in the blue
We spent walking in the sun and dry
We sat on the desert and hot coal tar
We did a little hour sleep on barks
To prove the affectionate feeling on us
We think it is brief intimacy but a mighty
We became like honey and nectarine
We became like waters and the fishes
We became like inhale and exhale
We became like every good and better
When we were teenagers at ten