Gazing White Faces
Walking through the streets.
No people waving at each other.
Can’t hear any greets.
The streets are getting darker.
Trying to avoid those people,
Who lost themselves in socialism.
Their wish to earn money becomes fearful
No more freedom.
Gazing white faces
Stick out the dark streets.
Like I’m the only one with blushes,
Blushes on my cheeks.