She never loved big noisy be-in
And always walked the streets in fast.
She never tried to hide herself.
But she was of an opened heart.

They thought she was as if an ice queen,
Puffed-up and only on her own.
It didn’t matter to her fully
And suited her in spite of all.

She never thought of their mind.
She simply lived with peace inside.
She loved to walk under umbrella.
It was her own uncaptioned guard.

She really loved her own loneliness.
She liked to feel herself apart.
The inner silence gave her calmness
And truth inside of her in fact.

Night was her just a single friend.
She loved to be all by herself.
She dreamed under the lights of lanterns.
No stamps, no people were no less.