A post on the bus, translated, by me…
The Sweltering Night
Placed the Hottest Patch of Her Skin
not my photograph…
Onto My Cheeks
It’d, Hurt So Awfully I’d Cried Out
“This, is Not the Place of Warmth, I’m Needing the Most Right Now”…
lovers in the night, not my picture…
So, maybe, you’d, enjoyed those things that happens in the nighttime, those rendezvous that only the two of you know about, the love you’d kept, secret, and that, is what makes it so exciting, but eventually, you will, get burned, by these loves that occurs, only during the nighttime, because these loves, they won’t be fitted, to appear in the daytime too……………
Life, the Obstacle Course 