As time goes by,
tears streamed down because of the wound that can't be healed.
Not being able to bear it, I cry.
But why does it sit deep as if there's fire burning inside me?
If I were a child, and cried in pain,
my mother would call for a physician.
If I were a child,
my mother would bring me a cold water for my burning heart.
If I were a child and was sick,
a good night's sleep would wash it.
However, since I'm not a child
the wounds keep digging deeper inside.
If only I were a child.
- Soo San
