Bright lights reflecting upon glass counter tops, jewelry and
diamond rings encased within them, sparkling and glistening
brightly.
Catching the eyes of some customers who come and request to
see them closer, handling them so gingerly, thinking they'd
like to have them at home.
Sometimes thinking better of it and declining whatever it is,
cashier's face looking disappointed because they've just lost
a sale.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem