Youth
Sun burned barefoot -
You are grimy shepherdess!
You light the eyes of heaven,
You are my one, one, one!
Rings or earrings expensive
Neither silk clothes do not have
You hair flowers from rye
And the smile on your face clear.
Where are the houses where the trails?
Tell me where you live?
But the smiles and not tell you -
Just come and go.
Our day of celebration, swaying like a tree, take your time to live, will pass because they would not return.Ananda(Phueng)2002
