Long live that flower lady sitting on steps
There was a heavy rain on Wednesday morning
When I was on my way to subway
A leaking umbrella tried to protect me
But memories still turned me into grey
On my wet feet, I stepped into a train
Like fish got canned
Then reached the station called People Square
Fire was out, what I felt was only sad
What a wrong day to be stupid
When I was trying to survive in this world
Tons of translations were waiting to bury me
While my heart announced war again against my mind
There was an old lady sitting on steps
I walked out through the 19th exit tiredly
White balmy flowers were on her knees
And I took one with me