My eyes are imprisoned by your photographs
But now then I'm setting myself free
Just like a sunflower that is offended to sun
I also stopped watching you
You never have looked at where you stepped
You didn't see what you trod
While waving a blade recklessly in your hand
You always slightly scratched my chest
Just like a tightrope under the water
On which I try to stay in balance
There's nothing to be afraid
But the uneasiness doesn't go away
You never have looked at where you stepped
You didn't see what you trod
While waving a blade recklessly in your hand
You always slightly scratched my chest