Merry Christmas!

I knew the boy in the bed.
It was always in the bed or beside the bed whenever we see each other after that.
Whenever we did it, it was just like delivering each other's panting.
To breathe in everyone's soul deeply into my body.
We started to take drug.
Or just constantly shouting out "Merry Christmas!".

Once at a time,
Again and again...


Even though those days we met were not Christmas at all.