Some people love her shyness,
Some coveted her femininity.
Some took her first kiss when she was almost lost;
Some stay to marry her in the extreme predicament…
She was a goddess of childhood, glorious;
Now become the withered flower, wilting…
But in my opinion, she is nothing:
For being unable to detach from life,
Or can’t turn dreams into everything, she—
At least,
In my opinion is nothing!