it is spring outside, and i spend my days going for long walks. my friends don't get the thing with 'walks', they actually don't get anything. ooh, oh, i wish i had long, long brown hair or long, long very blond hair, which could blow with the wind. black eyes make me blind for the gound, see the world as it should be seen once- a contrast.
so now, welcome back. even the sunn still press itself through my closed eyes as a bullet