When I was a young girl,
My soul was filled with hope, love,
And innocence, like a white bird.
Those days are gone, are gone!
The imaginary love is buried.
My other self, who talked to me, no more!
My hands and face are now wittered.
I don’t want to walk on hot pavement anymore-
On hot summer days!
When I want to write,
Wind carries the words from my paper;
And I can only get back a few words:
“All of sudden! Empty eyes! Horror!” !! …