Merry Round Ago

I once loved
A girl inside a man
A merry round ago
In a wind blow from
High above the world
A merry round ago
And that wind blew and held her by the waist
And filled the air with glow
I think she knows
I once loved
A man inside a boy
A merry round ago
Like a flower
Upon lolita’s breast
Where many died of love
I think he knows
I think it shows
I wonder
I think he knows
I think it shows
I wonder