Twenty years ago in winter

You're drunk

Burned my new clothes

Crazy

Tear it into pieces

My new clothes

It is a gift from my sister

The son put a headscarf on it

Fashionable, elegant, graceful and gorgeous

Put on new clothes

Bring a silk scarf

I'm young

I'm beautiful

however

You ruined it to a ruined flower

Drop at the bottom of the box

The wine sobered up

You buy me a new dress

My heart is sad

This is not a thread of love

Rather, it is the footprint of reparations

now

You and I are amiable

There is no sincerity of love

Pieces of faux hair

Reconstituted clothing

Fall into the shade

No more flashy

My sister died of illness

The son was killed

The beauty of the new clothes

etched in my heart

The deep friendship of my sister

The son's filial piety and respect

Solaces my wandering desolation

(Wednesday, September 26, 2012)