I feel like a bee
It’s yellow and free
His presence makes me fly
He brings me to the blue sky
My life’s turning gray
When he’s trying to betray
Then I have to take a bow
Just to see the rainbow
I never care whether it’s black or white
Or maybe I’m his opposite
I never care whether it’s white or black
I’m so ready to be his snack
The sky’s getting orange
I will never revenge
I take the gold for granted
Until old I won’t be disappointed
Now I try to throw the red knife
To end my bad life
Now I have to take the green hive
To begin my keen life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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