CYCLE : STIGMA OF OUR SOULS
If you tapped hurriedly with heels
Your little kids al this listened
With fear, with hope, with joy
Sky smiled, was brighten the world
When you in street to home walked down
Your silhouette one from afar
Floral light dress, your light hair
Clatter your shoeslike small drums
Like small bells your voice nice sounds
When you talk ,sang , go home call us
You so tapped merrily with heels
When you sang to us and danced
Your red shoes, our pinkish faces
Merry and sad songs, melodies
No offten happen such great happiness
No offten for us you have time
So offten you secrettly cry
So no one can it see and hear
Morning dew or even afternoon
Into forest quickly you barefoot run
You left us your shoes nice red
Merry and sad songs, melodies
The only your voice like small bells
The lonely beauty of your heart
Our longing for you had no end
( September 26, 2025 )
