White Chalk

White chalk on the blackboard

Temporarily scratches the blackness.

Give me a chance, 

I want to scratch, 

I want to scratch 

All the spots of blackness 

On your contour 

And one day it will come, 

When you won't discover 

Any trace of blackness 

Of your dark past.

The love of white chalk 

Will abolish 

The pain of your past 

And your present and future 

Will prosper  With my unending love.