Playground Scenes
What I saw that day
In a small square
When the colors are soaked
You awaken and begin to burn your heart.
With the scent of worn grass
Brightly colored things
In the smell of rusty iron
Young you run around in the scenery.
To the sculptures that stand in the bursting cheers
When your hot body touches
The voyage to the sea of memory has begun.
How old are you in the rough seas?
What I saw that day is here
You are in a dull field of view
Various pieces of memory that have been launched
Collect and splice.
A line of sweat that shoots on your cheek
The early summer sunshine is dazzling
Beyond the open palm
There was a little you that day
The colors and shapes I saw that day
In the memories overflowing from my pocket
By screwing it casually
You will grow older again.