Chinese Apple

If I sleep too much A good Chinese apple Shine to the touch My sweet-feeling capital It's hard to change Something supernatural Unlock my body and move myself at last In the warm liquid, flowing glowing glass Classical music, blasting masks are ringing in my ears Am i waiting for the only recovery of simple paths between the branches Flowering chance fence-slats rattling Fingers pushing through slowly brushing past a fast glimpse of you If I sleep too much A good Chinese apple Shine to the touch My sweet-feeling capital It's hard to change Something supernatural