My secret lives in my mind, my soul,
it flutters all around my body, nonstop.
It feels like waking up early in the morning,
while the entire city is still asleep.
A nostalgic wave flows through me,
leaving a sweet and sour taste.
A sunset-like amber invades my secret,
reflecting the warmth of it.
Only the author knows about this,
I’ll keep my secret to myself,
because the author enjoys gatekeeping
a lot of things about herself.