When I go home, I catch her call

Her voice is strange

Why?

An anxious thought flashes through my mind

She'll come from now on

What?



In fact something occurs to me

Did she notice that I was having an affair with someone?

She stands in the entrance with the look of the devil

She seems to reload the machine gun of words


I look for a bullet to ask for your permission

Unluckily, I have only few shots to try chaining your heart to me

The show begins


I make the first move and I say to her "Be cool"

It's meaningless

I know

The bad feeling often proves right

My secret comes out

Oh, no


I try to beg her question

It passes through my conscience

I have a hairbreadth escape

She launches an all‐out attack on

A core of my matter is exposed

At this rate, I will be riddled with shot.


I reload words with hoping

"Do you still love me?"

I'm wishing, praying to her

After a few silence, lots of bullet kiss me and I fall down to the bed