I shoot higher
After every fall
Like an Indian
Rubber ball

My sweet Valentine --
loved me wild
and loved me
recklessly;

took my
happy fragile heart;
and held it
really high;

dropped it --
like china;
admiring the glitter of my --
now shattered, scattered heart~

crescent moon
hanging over the hill ~
moonlight tale

Here goes the little bird
The little bird with wings of rainbow
Tweeting behind my window
Not a care in the world
How I wish I'm the little bird
I'd free all my cares to the wind
I'd twirp and chirp till I'm rid of my sorrow