While being a kid, I had
The same recurring dream
About the empty city
Where I walked all alone
Trying hopelessly to find
One living soul
And I had cold feet
After seeing my favorite toys
In the stores, but had
No friend to play with
After I woke up in cold
Sweat, I rushed to my
Grandma, wishing to
Be hugged and kissed
And since then I
Haven't found the
Same warmth as I
Felt before and have to
Suffer from the chilling
Frost of the misused toys
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem