Toys Poem by Wang Qian

She once made you happy,
She once let you not leave her in your heart.

You forgot it in the front lawn,
Then found it back.

You ever treated her your pretty friend,
Whispered your honey secret in her ear.

Now you are grown up,
She never will be your close friend.

Only in your sweet memory,
She hid in one corner,
Were taken by you
Up and down the stairs.
A dance mate she was
Really cute,
In your arm,
To and fro on the exquisite floor.

She once slept beside different colours
Of different hairs.
She ever patted our dreams.

Who knows?
We happen to grow,
Happen to slip away without them,
But with the lost of our childhood.

They become hurts.
They are the fallen sugar-coated haws from their sticks,
Spilled on the grey ground romantically.
They are broken pieces of the mirror,
Which in it,
We once saw our childlike faces.

Good-Bye.
We said to our toys.