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!
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