Miserable Chillers Card Captor
My hand, little raven waver
Talking in these subtle ways
Finding out, externally
How to hold my person
I guess
My hand blossomed just once
One day, baby, i looked around
Even though we're so trained
On that moment
Are you swerving to the exits again?
My hand always touches
Touching touch, always for
The audience of summer
I am trying to read
Your hand in light