The shelterless shadow of the monk
was the earthen hut
He now goes in a wheelchair
On the rotten stilts
The children come on bicycles
The old man's lamp
Has broken in the past
Before darkness comes, the wind
The full lamp in the house
Has gone out
To give light to the extinguished flame
There was no other way
To become a Kisagotami
With blackness
I will find mustard in the house
I will become a city maid
Lying my head on an unfamiliar bed
The pain in my heart
Hunger in my stomach
Surrendering to the same bread
Their limbs are stiff
Fill my sin book
Like a city fire burns rice
If the wife had been beaten
Even now the little ones with empty stomachs
I tried to dye my hair like a broom
So the grasshopper song started playing
I started to give it to you
Why are you going away, looking away
Hiding in my heart
I will buy it soon
I will sell it for a price
Love
I have taken out a lot of dye
I sharpen my nails
I say it with a smile
Love
This is not a lie, this is the truth
I ask you with my heart
Does it hurt my side
Do you know that the elephants who are angry are also angry
I am also a henna, a little bit
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Comments (5)
Wonderful ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Love - I say it with a smile - Absolutely beautiful!!!
Good 👍
Very nice
My mother once told me, "The one who truly loves you is the one who first bows their head, waits until you are emotionally stable, and then teaches you the ways of the world." Because compared with winning or losing, what he cares more about is your mood.