In this spring as it was bitter
Sometimes I wonder
Was there ever a beginning
All I see was this yarn
Being pulled back
As the radio sparkles
The firecrackers yearn
The yarn withered away
As it plays in the back of my mind
But it is okay, as it is kept inside
Do not bother to sweep tears
Touching you was a bitter day
As this twilight yearn back
The birch wood creaked
This pitch white emotion
Calling me as the sky fell
It bothered me to be special
Looking to the moon
The hand struck back to midnight
If it was bitter
Then you were happy
You do not have to worry
Soon one day I will be withered away
In this Beautiful Spring.
- InsomniaTeaS