Heart overflowing with red thoughts,
And in the gentle pink breasts do the red thoughts mean love,
The chubby smooth cheeks can’t resist,
A heartfelt touch of love.
Surrounded in your hands which you hold out,
Curving your head upwards,
While the wind strokes your red hair,
And the wonder that your clothes, face and skin are all red.
Even when no light shines from above,
Do you make your own light,
And even in the midst of tough survival,
Do you remember the world.