Every year, That day I bloomed
Choices are given for me to choose;
Any choice leads to treasures weeping
Treasures to which, of course, of equal meaning,
May I please not choose
Between those two important treasures?
Every year, That day I bloomed
Am forced to choose,
Caught in between, painfully wondering
Which treasure to shine, which treasure to rust..
May we just stop this feast
Before I turned into a beast?
Every year, that day I bloomed
Constantly wishing for that shine to shone
Upon those treasures I wish to glow
Thinking hard why I cannot choose both
May no treasure rust as I choose my choice
Oh, This year! on the day I bloomed
Even just this day, hear my plea
Of seeing both treasures shine with glee..
But tears filled the eyes and blurred the sight
Realizing how impossible this wish of mine
May I have the strength not to whine..
~L