In the face of love, I will always be, a seven- or eight-year-old child

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Life hurts me,

But I can bear it,

My parents gave me life,

I miss it endlessly.

And the human world gave it to me,

clouds and winds,

Cold and frozen.

But not to me,

Sugar as sweet,

Flower-like smile.

I don't have it around.

Dependable friends,

There is no confidant to keep.

Only the broken realm on the table,

Let me see,

Gentleness of their own.

it's the network,

Let me know,

A tidal wave of lust and lust.

In reality,

I'm not good at disguise,

Not good at words.

I don't have gorgeous makeup,

And there are no pretty faces.

That's why,

I often think of myself as,

The weeds that blow in the wind,

A stream in a frozen state.

People are in love,

Have fun.

And I am in the presence of love,

Always be,

A seven- or eight-year-old child.

Written: January 29, 2022.