A Blind-man's Cry

Far is the sky drawn,

I don't dream for a celestial star

I just wish to see the tree

that stands a little far.

I saw it an year before,

(standing at the end of my street)

With its branch with smiling leaves.

I could see it from my window;

its joy as greens.

Now, is it my broken glass or truly you!!!

Where has the tree gone???

Oh! My dear vision,

why did you twine with chameleon...?