au citron

Over 6:00 a.m. the curtain flutter in the wind

Each time when I awake

by cool and windy air

and cloudy flat sunlight

So the yellow dots were just like a lot of lemons

long long ago I know how to settle

without the keywords

if you though the curtain

whenever you make yourself warp

even through white the summer time

You forget some dreams

as if films a number of casuals or revorution

and was be under an illusion science

They are split open at a stroke like to turn pale

Well, the curtain flutter in the wind

each time when I awake