Red Peter

Biting into a bruised apple,
In a season where I became someone else.
Wearing makeup that means nothing,
Unknowingly humming someone else's song.

I'm the invisible moon in broad daylight,
I'm the flower blooming in the fifth season.
I'm the dry touch of someone who left.

Letting the overflowing me slip away,
In a season where I became someone else.
Releasing the sweet scent of you,
Feeling the peak moment in front of the mirror.

I'm the invisible moon in broad daylight,
I'm the flower blooming in the fifth season.
I'm the dry touch of someone who left.
I'm the song that played in the thirteenth month.

Only in the gaze of someone who reflects me,
Can I breathe at the edge of their eyes.

I'm

On a blue road that no one knows,
I can't go.