When I fell down, a flower of sooty color bloomed
And from there, I was still unable to move, thinking
If it’s a joke, it’s fine to leave it covered in dust
I didn’t care because it was usable
The words “used by whom” can also become empty
So I refrained from using them
If a feeling of inadequacy gives birth to kindness
Will it become a flower that continues to
Satisfy only in the midst of poison, no matter how much time passes?
It’s like saying goodbye with the last face
Now even here has become quiet
From the corner snack shop
Waving goodbye with a square hand
The setting sun dazzles, stealing the eyes
Words remain broken, as the evening shower…
If an unending lie saves kindness
Will a flower that seems to be nodding
Continue to bloom only in the mud, no matter how much time passes?
It’s like saying goodbye with the last face
Shadows seem to bury even here
In the park across from the house
Even the triangular hat says goodbye
The setting sun dazzles, tracing the back
Words remain broken, as the evening shower…