Wait for May
---By Maya and ChiAn
Wait
Wait till the sun bleeds
Wait till the lightning breaks
A tulip sits in the vase
In the tombs of silence
We allowed the birth of fire to fly
Where the crippled sky dreamed,
Not of Malaka but of the end.
Decide to walk to Spain in April,
See? Didn't I tell you?
Whatever will be will be
Closer farewells
And forsaken kisses.
Maybe, maybe, in our next life,
You are a bee,
I am a flower of rainbow.