White orange white
Waiting in a rental car
Hope she remembers indigos
Counting seconds for her to come

She is here
So beautiful
So soft
So fragile
How can I hold her tight

Hope for all red lights
Hope for lots of traffic jams
Hope for some accidents
To be with her one more seconds

Park in a park high in sky
Hold her soft hand
Walk near all beautiful flowers
Hand in hands
With our shadows merging

Back to the car
Time to take her back
Taste of honey
So soft are the lines and curves
Curve after curves
Line after lines

White orange white
She is gone now
I can just feel her warmth
I can smell her in the car
Can see her lines in my mind


White Orange White

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