For the sake of a spoon of rice
For a sip of water
For the sake of the earth that I lived in
My body was touched
Poor sweat flow
My bones feel broken
But my feet didn't waver
I ask
At thatch on the edge of the road
Where is the angel?
Which is said to protect me
But thatch remained silent
I shouted at the waves
"I am tired, God...."
The waves rolled up my voice
Throwing it into the middle of the ocean
Then burnt to the reef
Ancestors' scales
Drop off me in my daydream
He said
"Women are born to love"
But I was far wasted
For the sake of scavenging dreams
I prostituted myself
Not to be laid
But squeezed in energy and heart
A slice of bread for the day
A sip of throat wetting coffee
According to the direction of the index finger
Screeches become songs
Curse complementary rhythm
"Then what should i do?"
I asked the passing lizard
"Just obey what they want"
Answer the fly that perched on the ear
The clock on the wall crept slowly
Just like me who is waiting for time
When will I return to Motherland?