I Am Just A Child
I felt I was ancient; my story was old,
I had lived many, like a nine life cat
Shame to tell.
Bitter memories choked my throat.
In the garden of plum flowers
The trembling voices echo
I remember his yellow cloak
under a summer tree of clove.
Only in winter dreams, like this dawn,
The plum flowers blossom all along
But she was shy like an ostrich
Hide her head in the sand
Don¡¯t want you know
That I am just a child
In front of you.
*Mama gave me the name X , meaning winter plum flowers blossom in the dawn.