I thought I could protect you.
I thought I could.
But you pushed me away hard.
And cut a cut on the red candy paper.
I held my heart in the palm of my hand along with the red candy.
Looking at the sultry heat of summer, they mixed with sweat.
Look at them sticky all over your palms.
Then, you suddenly came running over.
Lift your pretty neck.
Tell me you want some candy.
I spread out my palms and stared blankly.
On the palm of the hand, there was a large red stain.
It was Red Candy's last dance.