Press slowly
Something has left with the sound
The record of time

Press again
Something has been brought with the sound
The wave—
The texture—
The memories which I can hardly recall

Press once again
Something happens
A wish.

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Come and go

Come, go, come and go

Come, go, come, go, come and go

Come, go, come, go, come, go, come and go.

I am afraid to let go. Anxious

I try to let go. Restless 

I have lost. Left behind

Come and go in waves, pass into silence.

 

I record my fingernails, and my fingernails record my life

 

Rub and scrub. It washes my memories of childhood

Be awakened. The fragrant smell of fabric softener; the smooth texture of dolls and my soft napping blanket

Rub and scrub. It is not my memories of childhood

Being stolen. I am about to forget. It is lost. I cannot recall.

I am counting down my days of life by losing my memories.

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Again…

It seems I have just cut my fingernails recently.

It would be excellent if my fingernails stop growing.

Whatever. Just finish it ASAP.

It would be wonderful if someone could help.

Who helped me to cut my fingernails? My mom?

Did my fingernails grow more slowly when I was a child?

I bit my fingernails maybe.

How come there are lots of hangnails? Should I eat more vegetables? Or oranges? I should ask my mom to buy me some.

Should I polish my small fingernails? Why not? There’s nothing to lose

I remember I used to polish my fingernails using drawing pens to pretend to be an adult.

Hmm…Why is the colour not flat? Let me polish my fingernails one more time. Maybe the colour can cover much more

Ughhh, should I choose a transparent colour? The nude colour is not sticky enough. I should give it to my mom.
(Wipe off)

Transparent is good! Nothing seems to happen but it does. How long can it last?

It’s more convenient and cheaper if I use drawing pens to polish my fingernails.

It’s almost done and aired.

Mom, remember to buy me some fruits!

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Come over here! Friends who want to take a shower.

Join the queue one by one,

one after the other!

 

Oh! Brownie bear, little bear - brought home by Dad,

why does your fur seem rougher?

Look! You’re covered with mud and dirt!

Go wash, go wash, go wash! 

You’ll be looking shiny!

 

Oh! Dear cub, little lion cub – brought home by Mum,

why don’t you freshen yourself up?

See! Your mane is like Afro-hair!

Go scrub, go scrub, go scrub!

You’ll be feeling soft!

 

Oh! Lovely polar bear cub - brought home by brother,

why putting on a sweater in summer?

Watch! Too hot that your hair even gets tangled!

Go splash, go splash, go splash!

You’ll be looking fluffy!

 

Oh! Duckling, little duckling - brought home by sister,

why not take off your hat when you’re home?

Look! Too slothful that you don’t even change clothes.

Go rub, go rub, go rub!

You’ll be feeling refreshed!

 

Oh! Little blanket, you little thing – who brought you home?

Why don’t you introduce yourself?

See! The small balls of fibers – here and there!

Go clean, go clean, go clean!

You’ll be having all pills removed!

 

‘Are you ready? It’s about to begin!’

‘Woom woom woom’… rotating to the right…

‘Woom woom woom’… rotating to the left…

Woom woom ── woom woom──

 

It’s done! Time to hang your clothing!

Join the queue one by one,

one after the other!