
In times of crisis,
reflecting humans’ lifestyle
flowers bow their heads.
As we pull, uproot their soul,
they pity us, a lost cause.

In times of crisis,
reflecting humans’ lifestyle
flowers bow their heads.
As we pull, uproot their soul,
they pity us, a lost cause.

Reflecting the world,
as glaring at a mirror,
high, on an airplane.

Victory trickles,
on pavements, on alleyways—
one love emerges.

They shine, they darken—
a face for every season;
facades and humans.

Casts them in neat rows
without a toe out of line—
world can’t restrain youth.