My First work written in English, yeah~!


　　A piece of heart-shaped paper--

　　Breathing in leaded air,
　　I drove for unleaded beers.
　　LEAD led us to the room in red.
　　I was not sad, and I was not skeerd.

　　(No, Baby,you are fine.
　　It's just my penis.)

　　You've asked me: "What is that shade in your face"
　　I answered it is peace.
　　I hate to tell a prostitute
　　That tough Bruce got a bruise.

　　(Baby, it won't be long.)

　　I am blind, I am
　　smelling for a tiny piece of heart-shaped paper
　　in the midst of an inauguration
　　where the people start a war.

　　The flight of a butterfly takes off for Virginia.
　　
　　(In the end she didn't recognize my accent
　　and asked me where do I belong.)