UNITED JUNE
Cloudy early June
Moving through my soul
Scrub a gray
Behind the corner of my heart
Cloudy early June
Closes my passion
It hampered a hope
Which is now bleak
Cloudy early June
Open a question
What is the mystery of tomorrow?
Which is still in the shadow of wishful thinking
I'm wrapped in a hollow
Crashing nervously does not stand
The moment of hope is fragile
Grumbled up early June
