I don’t know what to do,
In these teen days.
Rain drops are falling off,
From the clear sky.
Like tears are falling off,
From my little clear heart.
I don’t what is next to my graphs.
Air is running up,
But no one sees.
Like so I tensed up,
But no one sees.
I can’t remember what was past,
In these teen days.
September, 2024