The 18YearOld Naive.

For a moment, i thought i was lost

stirred in hail, i thought i was frost

I felt nothing but ice nailing my skin

but up comes the light, melting my skin.

The stars proposed to the dark black sky,

filling it with lights from all over the side.

i lift my chin and drop my hands

The gesture swiftly dry my eyes shut.

The blow i feel from the wind behind

it's whistling to me an on-tune rhyme

I can feel the tunes

wrapping around my body

as the notes follows the roads of my ears.

Everything seems so real

standing under the riverside auroras-

as strong my imagination can be,

I can simply make it anyway I like.

My world, my stars, skies