Lightning
Come to me
You are the highlight of life and death
I miss the shadow
In my empty mind
If you are the softest soul
Come to me
I have days like the footprints on the snow
But I want you to mark me
Mark me as light
As a white pure ghost
Shaking on the middle of the target
Singing with a highest pitch
You want my touch as I want yours
As cold beautiful voice
In my fragile ear-drum
As powerful as your bloody mark
Don’t let me run away
Without the burning shock
Your tenderly twisted body
Is the host of my fire
Behind the black curtain
I wait for you shining desire
All I want to say is
Mark me!
