When We Meet These Days

When we meet these days 

The faces show up covered in formalities 

The minds reluctantly open up 

And superficial joys appear quite articulate.

 

When we meet these days 

Forged smiles thrive on the lips 

Pains and sorrows secretly hide 

Or else, our scarcities are laid bare. 

When we meet these days 

There’s an exhibition of fabricated smiles 

And we hasten to part as soon as we can 

Though for quite some time 

Stay, singing our own songs.

When we meet these days, 

No flower of intimacy blooms with fragrance and everything seems mundane. 

When we meet these days