Shrapnel : Burried

Make sure don't make it bitter

I always like it sour even if it's americano

And the world would be fine

When everything was poured into ice

You knew all the stuff hidden

You read me like a predictable novel story

With your wide eye gaze

Clinging to my hand like I was your savior

I never see future with you

But you always said "this one is love"

After accompalishing your small drems

But you never laugh when we talked about mine

I think I've forgotten what page your name is on

But after two weeks of holiday, a glympse

Although cooking is not for me anymore

I enjoy watching your back in front of the stove

There is no such thing as love of human's life

Or we can put a label and named it loyalty

Never before, but always be the one

So stay alive, don't get burried