Years ago
My hopes used to be high.
But you let me know
About cracks on the crystal sky…
The ivory tower of mine is inside.
It’s tranquil and empty. It is like a cave,
The only asylum in order to hide
The precious something I possibly have.
I’m little. I’m nothing. I’m just like a girl
Who’s lost on her way from playground to home.
I’ve got no idea of who I can call,
The only solution for me to brainstorm.
The sky is of crystal, but is it fragile?..
My eyes are perverted – but I see the cracks,
Long cracks overhead, they are shaped like smiles,
And I try to live with this horrible fact…
Years ago
My hopes used to be high.
But you let me know
About cracks on the crystal sky…