It's the last Days of December 2020......You're sitting next to the window ....gazing at the snowflakes... wondering which one is colder?
Your inner doubts or the last days of winter?you take your torn cardigan in order to feel the less of it.
your auspicious days of adventure fell into this cage....imprisoned by the enemies and lovers.
And then they will scold you for not being the number 1 flyer.....
A presaged failure is knocking on the door.....
Where are the enemies
Where are the lovers?
Shouldn't you let go of others?
You're walking towards the aisle....
You can feel the drops of shame
Washing your path away....
A sudden shot....
Then you'll wake up next to the open door....
From all the fragile birds
I was the chosen one
To be bombed by words
Dear maturely me...
Please set me free
Dear maturely me...
Please
Let me make a wish.
If I'd be allowed to live another life
Would it be a life of a fairy...
To shower the lonely ones with words
This time, in case to make them feel the warmth in winter.
Dear me
It's the last Days of December 2024.....
Down and mistrusted
But I'm trying
To blow out the flames of this scratch
This time
I wouldn't let them
To reach into my dignity
