Hold the door Hold the door, my baby! Please, hold the door. Close your eyes, but don't close your heart. Why are you hiding yourself? What is the secret? What happened to this little flower? Is it alive? I wrote a poem last night and I found you in each word. Because when we let the little things make our sky blue, we feel better. Do you want to be better? Because the life is brief and we have to understand that. Do you understand it? I don't think so. And when you try to be perfect, the fall is big.