Before she grew up, translated…
Born on January First, with a Very Weakened Health Status
In the Distant Skies, at the Trees Up Close, on the Peak of the Tower, in the Yard
Up on the Roofs, at the Large Window Panes
At that Clock, Tick-Tocking Away, Hung, on the Walls
With the Thin Features, and the Long, Slender Hair
The Thinned-Out Bosoms, the Slender Waistline
With Those Thinned Thoughts, and
The Thinly Emotions Too
Turning Thirteen, at Birth, on January First
The First Love Was Found
Like that Thinly Fallen Snow,
Silent and Unknown, as It’d, Hit the Ground
not my photo…
Not Like Smokes, or Fogs Either
Silently, Just Loved the White-Colored Feather-Filled Coats
Dancing, in a Corner of the Cramped Up Corner of a Residence
Outside of the Sceneries Outdoors
Within My Tender Heart
Those Years that Came and Went, Unknown to Me
She’s Forever Thirteen in January
And, Her Thirteen Years, Still Very Fresh and Young Looking
Clean, and Beautiful
Beautiful, and without Hatred
So, this, is someone, who’d, maintained her innocence, despite how messed up the world is outside of her, and, this is, before the girl grows up, she’ll always and forever stay, pure and uphold her childhood innocence, never losing that.