Fish is calm
Coffee is bubbling
Turn over the calendar
Slight Cold in Solar Term
I wear a red woolen sweater
Walking in a narrow alley
The play ‘s name
Set in a wooden frame
Today, to be staged
Crime of Her Heart
Her gloomy face
Hidden in a poster
Chilly wind blows
thro' her silent lips
Tonight, on show
Crimes of Her Heart
I wrap myself tight in my woolen sweater
Watching her elusive eyes
Waiting patiently, fish awakes
Coffee turns cold …
In your poem real life is staged like a drama and the drama spills over into real life. Tonight, on sow wi be you as te focus turns around and instead of facing the silent actress on stage it looks directly at you. You can't escape the curious gaze: That red sweater marks you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Her gloomy face! ! Thanks for sharing.