Wansoo Kim writes

Tears of Glacier

In the jungle of buildings  
City dances in all seasons 
Falling in a hot love 
With air conditioners or cars 
Day and night.

A woman who has kept her virginity long years 
In clothes of virgin white with loft pattern 
Sobs growing thin day by day 
With the pain 
That the disease of repressed stress bursts her heart 
And tears her internal organs 
Because of the hot dancing wind 
That city blows with his whole body and soul   

The man that doesn’t even turn his eyes on 
Why the woman sobs 
And what kind of serious disease she suffers from  
Still today day and night 
Burns his body 
In flames of money and pleasure 
With his blood boiling over 
Due to the dancing wind.
 
 Red Apple -- Karen Aghamyan