Ice

Die like cherry blossom

Hagakure with perfume

Deadly with make up on

But it just won't do

I have ice instead of heartburn

She has ice on her fingers

We have ice in the oven

But it just won't do

If there's no reason for your words

Then your silence ain't absurd

If there's no reason for your breathing

Then it just won't do

There is ice in my vision

There is ice always in season

I want cold air not your treason

It won't do

Hagakure with perfume

Hagakure with perfume

Hagakure with perfume

Hagakure with perfume

Hagakure with perfume

Hagakure with perfume

Hagakure with perfume

Hagakure with perfume