Like a lingering doubt,
the moon stood on the maple tree-
for a relationship.
For my sake don\'t take a
downside, my liberalism
will suffer.
Killed in your own house
by lightning, have you
ever heard of self-immolation?
Let\'s make it simple.
Take it from the giver,
what he never had- and
don\'t ask the price.
Your eyes again befell
a giant. How would you live
without the fireflies?