How many of you, sad people,
wasting your days,
and wondering who did she smile at?
How does that feeling of running away from yourselves last that long?
Why don’t you, big head, your fake concern,
turn in your pity,
and seek for help?
Don’t you have tiring job to do ,
instead hurtful words to say?
Why don’t you see that those open mouths
could get a bit wider and bite you back?
You’re the same!
Oh, she knows you all!
Haven’t you heard that she still smiles?
and the path of her life brightens with sunrise?
Haven’t you changed colors in your faces ,