How could I forget everything that you've done to me long ago?
It was carved in the wall of my memory
still as rock, though I wish it'll fade by time.
I hate myself for despising you when you are so dear to me.
You're so nice, everyone could see that...
You're so gentle, delicate...
But you smashed my favour (of you) with unsought 'civilization'
Your knowledge haunted me
Your dream of the future was a great agony...
I live by the memory of yesterday
That's why I'm keeping myself at bay
When you speak of tomorrow's day...
Define me the word 'barbaric', dear son...
I will forever be one,
if you insist that your view is greater than my grandma's virtue...
-Little E-
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