Wait for May ---By Maya and ChiAn Wait Wait till the sun bleeds Wait till the lightning breaks A tulip sits in the vase In the tombs of silence We allowed the birth of fire to fly Where the crippled sky dreamed, Not of Malaka but of the end. Decide to walk to Spain in April, See? Didn't I tell you? Whatever will be will be Closer farewells And forsaken kisses. Maybe, maybe, in our next life, You are a bee, I am a flower of rainbow.