Don't bring your illusion hands,
Gazing sights for fun,
Don't poke this anonym pain…..
...
Sitting alone in window.
Giving a look, out in a meadow,
Looking and thinking -what kind of summer? ?
Those December lasting days still murmur....
...
Not Amazed Anymore
Don't bring your illusion hands,
Gazing sights for fun,
Don't poke this anonym pain…..
Unreal and false ……
….to …illusion me.
Bells of ever young cheers…
Fragrance, to ill victims.
Spying these sunless gloom.
Checking these silence.
Don't touch …
with such …
venomous lips,
Breathing your false breath.
I'm taking rest…
Let, me rest now.