Penguin..?

One side of me is blinded by the pure white light, the other side is poison at night 

I couldn't manage to ride the swing in the park today either. Penguin, don't turn your back on me. 

I haven't forgotten the clumsy language between us. 

The world has worn us out. There are things I can't say, too. 

Perhaps I'll never be able to say them. 

We're coming a long way with you, a long way, 

As we come, I realize that we, We can't even walk on this earth. 

Penguin, 

Who will forgive me? 

I scratched your white, delicate place 

With the thin metal you forgot in my hand...