The Foamy Flakes

Oh! You softy, cozy, foamy children of god.
Your toothy smile can make anyone to laugh.
That sash which you wear and the sarong which embedded you.
Seems to be great, rich coat of diamond
Even it is normal blue.

Whenever I see you, Oh innocent! swinging in the swings.
It seems that you are soft enough to be pushed up by the wind.
You don't know that you are sophisticated as the feathers of clouds.

Even if a culprit would see your large black eyes
Surely he would be changed to an angel or a cupid who would be wise.
Oh! You infant, I love seeing you, when you spit out milk.
From your pink lips, which are made of silk.

I remember, I saw you playing in the park.
I also saw you crying in the street during my walk.
I saw you playing in your mother's caring hand.
I also saw you in an orphanage, the dustbin in which you are thrown, on this strange land.

How ruthless the world is!
How wretched you are!
Don't you ever ask your God?
That why had he given a cozy bed for your friends.
And you are forced to live under the street rod.