Once when I dived
saw you lyin
on the seabed
swimming closer
I could almost
touch your earlap
I shall open your shell
though you actually don’t care
but weather changes day by day
maybe you will be my May
The change of seasons
is permanent
(needless to say)
but April comes
after March and
lasts until May
I shall open your shell
though you actually don’t care
but weather changes day by day
maybe you will be my May
Like the weather-
men can always
forecast the rain
I wish I could
always predict
pleasure and pain
I shall open your shell
though you actually don’t care
but weather changes day by day
maybe you will be my May
Why don’t you turn
your weary head
when you hear me
these affections
should work as they
were meant to be
I shall open your shell
though you actually don’t care
but weather changes day by day
maybe you will be my May
