White Day, in the blue.
A month has passed is true.
Stained chocolates vary the air.
You were on your knees.
I hoped for your words of pleasure.
Were you just a sprinter crouching down?
Best Valentine's Day you was.
I know for sure, because praying for a good night,
I could not go to sleep.
My blue, white day
will be when my flower allow ya.
Good morning my little heartache
