9. Maybe Forgotten
If a butterfly flutters in summer sky,
Your picture shakes in a jewel pattern.
The day when flushing could float during a petal, and love burnt,
Maybe forgotten, but the truth remains.
If it glitters while shaking for the feather light of flower dew,
Your name rubs in a pearl fragrance.
The tears which I was too sad and drained,
Maybe forgotten, but the truth remains.
If I go along a maze of a gray city,
A memory spurts on a footprint of another person.
Sorrow of the good old day when dead leaves lie,
Maybe forgotten, but the truth remains.
