a story from pomidory

if it wasn't from pomidory,
heaven knows I would be sorry
for encountering you is like discovering a gem,
miraculously it just flows like a tram
innocence was i could hardly portray,
but it is now crystal clear, it has got my heart sway

i'm longing for another stories from pomidory,
as we walk home, without feeling weary

snow

like falling rain
but it likely turns me drain

like a crystal
if i started to be sentimental

then i'll just wait, nothing vulgar
and wish everything would be sweet as sugar