I hear a guitar playing,
and laughter behind the
music. I pause
In my dreaming to look up: it's from
The tall building---third floor.
So much joy in those young voices!
It's false? How do I know?
Their pleasure makes me shiver with envy!
It's banal? I have none.
They may be happy on the third floor
Of that tall building. I pass by,
Dreaming of that home as if
Dreaming of another country...
So what matters is that nothing matter
Anymore... Whether Fate
Hangs over us...
What good is thinking?
I'm only a refugee wandering on this
Earth...
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