Sometimes the Orange makes me cry

What makes me cry? you little Orange head
Bright as the sun, Juice like my tears

What makes me laugh? by your impatience
Jumping around, anywhere anytime

Holding you tightly, nearly can't breath anymore
Holding you tightly, nearly can't breath anymore

Seven hours ahead what a cruel distance,
end of day will be the time to have lunch
Ask the moon if she can bring me back the sun
waiting for the night to make a difference


Spark of your teeth, will never eat my nose
like what i've done, scare you to die

Shape of your hair, a brand new orange
Rolling around, shall i cry or laugh

Kissing me softly, nearly can't speak anymore
Kissing me softly, nearly can't speak anymore