Oh yellow child basking in my winter warmth
I spare you my coarse unhappiness
I'm all smiles, all laughter, all joy
Never meaning anything beyond the passage of time
Take my hand, we shall walk for now
The afternoon is dying around us
My yellow child of joy
I steal your kisses and save them in envelopes
My bookshelf smells of golden love now
Every other novel inside clasps your sweet nothings.
I feign reading the letters and dissolve into daydreaming
Of you, my yellow boy
We're not children
But oh, we are
There's nothing more innocent than my hand clumped in yours
We're running now, leaving houses and streetlights behind
We'll run away some day
I'll turn red in a distant shame
Our twilight beauty will melt everyone's hearts into water
At last, nothing else shall matter.