shines

++ shines ++

Ordinary story

Interpretation that is twist it

The color of me some day

It merges in surroundings.

The overflowing desire

It pushed in and it shut it.

It was arranged in an orderly manner.

Like finishing the role

Such a way of life

It is not a translation to be done.

Like finishing the role

Broken toy

I am seen.

It is painful and mortifying.

It rolls in the corner of a room.

It lonesomely lies.

When it is decorated

Though it is painful

Even the existence is forgotten.

Though it shouts in the trembling voice

The desire that began to overflow also

It runs idle now.

The spoken word fades away.

A hollow expression

The shine is lost.

Turning ahead is also painful.