My name is Holy, my neighbor is Haley, always two of us, nothing but mischiefnThat day's evening twilight, I pulled on her hand and it was love at first sight with that childnBlue pupil in her milk-colored skin, her flowing chestnut-colored hair in a crimson ribbonnThat smile was innocent My chest tightenednnSecretly Papa sneaks out of bed and jokingly shows up in Mama's dressnIf that kind of child laughs, seven colors Vividly color the mansion that has become old-lookingnA lot of things, a lot of people, and yet that child seems lonely anywhere.nAlways dressing your plain face with innocence, alone in a graveyard, it's getting latennThough, Haley My transparent body, well I can't hold that child tightlynSo it's a night when the stars are pretty like this, already it hurts to be a little bit closennMy name is Holy, my neighbor is Haley, and I'm alone again. She is like a Lily.nThree AM, always meeting in the room, and tonight I forgot the time, let's playnBut we dislike morning, we enter forever togethernAnd eventually that child and today are alone in a graveyardnnThough, Haley, we cooled down, with both hands, well, I can't wipe away that child's tearsnSo let's secretly speak our minds, before this night dawnsnnIf the seasons go around and that child sometime becomes adult, we become unable to be seennAnd it's probably all forgotten entirely, the moon near the window is blurrednnThough, Haley, my transparent body, well, I can't hold that child tightlynSo let's secretly speak our minds, forever it hurts to be nearbynnBecause a secret is a secret