Too late to eat sweet potatoes sprouted

Too late to eat sweet potatoes sprouted

They became inedible sweet potatoes

I swallowed the words I couldn't say

They became unspeakable words.

Bury the sprouted sweet potatoes in the soil

This is what the proverb says

Bury the unspeakable words in your heart

And fall into silence

This is a false analogy

Your words will not grow real leaves

Your silence will yield nothing

Stones cannot be changed by thunder or rain

Change nothing

Under such a serious topic

A sweet potato seems insignificant

Sprouting quietly in a forgotten corner

Just like announcing its new life

It has an increasingly depleted side, and it has

awakened, innocent side