Jeans and the Girl
Hello, that voice was a lighthouse to me.
Even though the word “fate” is difficult to understand,
even though love is a luxury in my poor youth,
Hello, that voice was the sun to me.
When the girl smiled like a flower, I wanted to be a butterfly.
When her eyes sparkled, the stars were no longer beautiful.
When the girl in jeans passed by with a smile,
that smile remained, but no one is by my side.
I was smiling, but perhaps because of the rain falling on the street,
I was crying in the mirror.
I shouldn’t have looked.
The expressionless faces of others,
the shabby mannequins in the shop window…
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