Smells of fresh green which wafting in the breeze Smells of the evening which wafting out of someone's house if I trace your lips I won't understand anything We have no more time to playing games anymore When I wrapped in the sheets Melting in the morning sun If constant worries also melting too My life is like a that If I stroke your hair I won't understand anything Even If I look for words there is nothing more than that I can't change anything maybe, I wanted to be anyone Today I pray and sleep to be gentle every night when I close my eyes Let me know your story so far