Laura Fireball,崔成恩-Hold
Smudges of summer sun and rain

on the timeworn paving stones

If all the words around me made sense

would it be so wonderful?

Green desk and two red chairs in room 17

Every wrinkle in the sheets on my heels

Traces of wandering wind and cloud

flood the page, the ink runs out

If all this time has always been there

would it feel so colorful?

Dont want to know where and how far Ill be sunday

The way I feel the hint of fall on my fingers

Dont want to know where and how far Ill be sunday

Feeling of bliss down to my fingertips

Clowns and dancers on a canvas, older than

dusty payphone out of service, cooler than

icy glass of golden velvet, sleeker than

ginger tabby down the alleyway

And the sky, tingles everywhere and makes me smile

and the sun, tingles everywhere and makes me smile

and the stars, tingles everywhere and makes me smile

Close my eyes and try to make it last

More than wondrous how these fleeting moments last forever

Now a part of you

So don’t despair the moment’s over

More than wondrous how these fleeting moments last forever

Now a part of you

So don’t despair the moment’s over