lie to eye,
i might not see;
through the stars above
i do see.
the twinkling of our eyes meet,
cause you might not see;
but what do i get to see?
except of those wildly hairs?
i wish to detangle the thread’s of our life.
i wish to see your lie,
cuz i hate the brown colour; your eyes,
and if you see my eye,
tell the world it’s dark.