I'm covered in just a sheet,
a white sheet;
concealing all memories.
So thin is the fabric against my skin--
see all the curves of my body.

White is innocence,
White is pure,
I'm not pure.
So, why am I covered in this sheet?

Come to my bedside--
hold me close, forever.
Caress my skin and make me feel beautiful,
In this white sheet of mine.

I'm covered in a white sheet,
Almost nothing to hide.
Except in my eyes,
what you can't find,
In thine eyes.

I'm covered in a white sheet,
the thin line.
Where can I hide?