Canon 18

Oh my little blossom,

Oh! my dear!
your blue and tears
have touch my ears.

Oh my little blossom,
you are simply awesome,
and I have a question.
What shall I call your name?

I guess you shall see,
the moon that hangs highly,
hanging in such a starless night,
and a deadly lonely night.

Oh my little blossom,
you look just so cute,
under the moonlit night,
I'm gonna pick some of you,
and stay with me tonight.

I guess I'm alive or dead,
I guess gonna bury myself to death,
under the ground, under your step,
Forget-me-not! Shouldn't you forget!

I guess I miss you and gonna hug you,
in my tight arms and shut up that alarm,
hugging you for an hour or longer,
til you and I can't breathe together.