Rock, Paper, Scissors
She's just a kid–a little girl.
Just like a normal child, she loves to play around.
Rock, paper, scissors; that was her favorite.
Her smile is like a ray of the sun, all bright and beautiful.
Her laugh is like a sound that you won't be able to forget, music to the ears.
But her cry, you won't like it.
It pierces you through the heart,
And then tears you apart.