Hospital

Again, please read this book words made up of wounds symbols molded with tears, I don't know, Who has written the forest of pains? Every line are raindrops, Try to walk in the rain The Mountains in Chest will dream The dreams of rivers Seeds sleeping inside will peep In to blue sky Smiles covered with white cloths, Heartbeats composed of tears, I don't know, Who has translated these lines? Come with me! Let's walk in the rally of wounds! Open your eyes, look up to the sky! The wounds dressed up with white cotton pieces! Someone called it "clouds". Read this book frequently, It says the truth, Identity cards and maps are Only imaginations!