Wednesday morning

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