#YearEndEchoes
Here the woman comes,wearing a mask,
Returning to home,
After clearing all her tasks.
She smiles and hides all her pain,
By wearing her colourful mask,
And keeping her maintained.
She goes to home , with a penny in her hand,
Cooks for her household, and sleeps her infant.
Enduring all the pain from her stockpile,
She opens her door with the simplest smile.
Wearing the colourful mask, she hides her dark scars,
Letting no one know how throbbing is her deep marks.
She is the Woman of the Gloomy Dusk,
She is the Woman wearing a Colour Mask.