Sunday

at home, I sit, single, not sad, not happy... not me, or not another

newspapers are scattered, flowers of vase not remind me

of which picked them for me, because today is our holiday of memory

and the holiday of eveything... it's the Sunday



at home, I sit, single, not sad, not happy... not me, or not another

between between, I do not mind if I know that I

I am really me... or not one!