sorrow

Sorrow

I tore up my sorrow

I removed my sorrow

Let it go up mountains

Let it a slippery slope and died

To be as a gliding tone then stopped

To be smoothed in the sun

To never has been aches

To never its worms pinches

Is sorrow touchable?

Indeed, there is sorrow

Everywhere there is abuse

Everywhere there is death

Everywhere there is birth

But there is no freedom

Even if the slavery has been dated up,

Yet it comes as a new fashionable red light

Somewhere its gaps drafted and marched

In the marshes it was immersed

With our water it was immersed

Can't it be drinkable?

I know that something is wrong

Perhaps something in this life is wrong

 Yet there is a swan song

Yet there is friendship and song

Yet neighbours to neighbours long

Let them burned the sun

But not to burn up our fashionable moon