turning the pages of my memory book,
photographs from time to time,
feels like yesterday, yet has passed so many times
like a dream, like a broken reality.
if you cannot let it go,
at least do not hold it tight
a perfect companion does not exist, unless you seek it into yourself
and there will never be a companionship with a fool.
as we grow older, we are able to accept more unwanted results from the well-planned actions and strategies.
there are actually lot of things would not turn out as expected, no matter how hard you try, how smart you play, and how siincere you pray.
now to think about it, as a human being, I can only control my efforts, mind, and heart. whatever will be happen, those are beyond my reach.
as the lifespan of mine shortened day by day, there are lots of things to let go, day by day.
a place to hide…
not for myself from the outside world
but to put all my sorrows in a place
therefore i come back stronger
fingers, pointing at one place
inside a heart, bury deep all along
take care, well done til the end of the road
fearless thought, even no grip to hold on
like a feather, floating smoothly in the air
without direction, following the wind blows
my thoughts, wandering aimlessly
without solid evidence, trusting intuition merely
memories like a short-movie
filmed in rushed and no script dialogues
to hate, to love, to let go
and leave it just it is.
burning all the love letters he sent to me
reread some, laughable.
long sigh, bittersweet smile.
no more tears left, refuse to think, refuse to feel.
after all these years,
it’s hard to say if to find a new heart again
this drenched one is not that bad
still beating, nothing really broken.
smile, and refuse to think, refuse to feel.
keep repeating this, on and on
til the day this heart flies to the empty sky,
let this faith dispersed in the air, just like him.
You said our love is separated by vast mountains and sea, cannot go through it. So it is a hopeless love.
But there are always small paths on the mountains and ships on the sea, if you abandon your self-centered heart and mind, you can find love and never let go this faith.
borrow me an umbrella
escape the lights,
so my soul can walk comfortably
with her beside me
borrow me a lantern
accompanied by a dim light,
so i can walk thru this dark alley
see our shadows walk together
borrow me a time
once i wasted
under this endless misty rain
see her for the last time
she walk under the moonlight
the frozen breeze hit her bones
but she refuse to say it’s cold
wind blows, tell her most favorite fable
tears falls, rewinding her most remembered words
i can see her buried dreams turn into ashes
as if walking to endless path
against the wind, among the crowd
whispering to the wind the words she haven’t said
wishing us for a better ordinary life.
it is a feeling felt not only for commoners,
me, the one who take a distance from them, also falls
and fail to guard myself from the drizzling rains
thick fog, clean air, you are standing in front of my eyes.
because of you i started a war for a peace
in this circle of life, i make my journey
at the end of the world, at the end of the road,
your image on that day emerged.