Every time I clean
the bank,
and the glass table
I find
The customers had groups of hands
I wiped it hard every day
It would be easy to do the wooden table.......
while from one day
I can't see them there
I don't have to wipe it up today
Coming home
Even if I think about why
It doesn't find out well
I Imagine what to clean tomorrow
and I caught the reason
Yes
It was a flower on the mirror table
The beauty of flower,
It is to block human hands.