Flowers slowly falling from the tree
Touching from the tip of your finger a bee
Breathing out slowly
Breathing in shortly
Crown of daisy on curly hair
Kissing someone's cheek
Sunray when winter's still there
As high as bird flying
Finger ends warmer than the rest
Ticklish strand of hair
Loving someone without telling them
Making fun with no offense
Lungs are cutting straight
You feel like dying
Paradise doesn't exist
It's been found already
Caresse douce
Caresse douce