As i ended this,
the beginning has started.
no one may notice
no one may care:
kissing the silence became frequent,
and touching the fleshy scrapped scar.
yes, it healed. it already does.
but each day i cannott control
the flow of scenes are staged;
where the audience became actors
and the actors are merely puppets
while we follow the pull of strings.
life gave me the laugh
behind each tears
and it seems like the theater
character shifts roles
apparently, i sat down
and became the antagonist
in my life's stage play.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem