Silver raindrops fall down
The sky is crying joyfully

The fragrance left is blissful
Lilac, cherry blossom, sweet pea

I remember sticking a thermometer
In a pot of boiling water

‘Ting!’ the thermometer breaks
Silver liquid emerging into the pot

Smile at me
Won’t you please

I want to see your perfect,
Not quite white, not quite straight teeth

Tell me something
I didn’t know

I want to hear your liquid,
Silver voice, bubbling in my ears

I wish I could catch my breath
Enough to say something back

I don’t think you’re boring
You leave me speechless

I’m just afraid that silver liquid
Will cover everything