Childhood

on the tree beside the pond,there are only some cicadas shouting
again and again in summer.
on the swing by the playground, there is only a butterfly staying.
on the blackboard,the teacher's chalk has been writing continually with

JiJiZaZa sound.
waiting for class over,waiting for leaving school, it is a childhood

longing for games.

there are everthing in the welfare community, but there is no half a

coin in my pocket.
between the monster and the demon, who got the sword in the end?
why hasn't the girl in the next classroom gone by my window.
sweets in the mouth, the cartoon in the hand, it is a childhood with

first love in my heart.

there is always no time to think of the homework which should be done

until going to bed.
there is always no time to know so many books which should be read

until the exam is over.
a period of time is just a block of gold, teachers have told us that it

is difficult to buy a period of time with a block of gold.
frome day to day, year after year, it is an infatuated childhood.

no one know why the sun always set on the other side of the mountain.
no one can tell me if there is a fairy living in the mountain.
how many days a person spends alone, facing the sky,seeming to be in a

trance.
so curious, so fantastic, it is an alone childhood.

in the sun, dragonflys are flying to here.there are pieces of green

paddyfield.
neither water color nor kaleidoscope can paint the rainbow on the edge

of the sky.
when will i have a mature and grown face like senior students.
looking forward to the vacation, looking forward to tomorrow, it is a

childhood with looking forward to growing up.
frome day to day, year after year, it is a childhood with looking

forward to growing up.