I think I am so happy but a little tedious my life Always the same textbook I was gazing blankly at the march It is regular tadpole parade
Every day, every night I am repeating the same thing I breathe in usual air I sleep in usual place I love usual him Maybe everything will end if it repeats million times I seem to fall tears
In early my girlhood I was picking the flower on lonesomely wide field About what had I thought in those days? What did the flow at time bring to me?
My house is white and beautiful It is cozy cage in iron barred window It doesn't change But I am alive and I am watching and I am looking for something