Beneath the riverside, the child keeps
Calculating the distance between here
And the angry words.
Sealed memories are revealed
As far as intents are conceived
But no one can hear the moans.
The winds tremble inside the womb,
The shell resonates a soundless secret,
Which brings a sudden peace.
Now just close your eyes
And wrap the syllables inside.
The sooner you lick the wounds,
The better life will get.
