酷我-北美枫

[星子]

Love and Death

I know them better than you.
With horror, I prefer not to mention.

I watch you debating
whether they are like mirrors –
one reflects fire,
the other, ice.

To me, they both are doors,
irreversible when entering:
one, sweet or bitter by unpredicted revolving,
the other, ending with a harsh and sudden swing.

Most of the time, they are in disguise,
beckoning us with a horse-driven carriage,
or a shallow river.
We ride on ‘til the hidden cliff,
we dive in to the bleeding pain.

At the end, we look back,
our past falls in silence.
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[[ANNA]]

Love and Death

I know them better than you.
With horror, I prefer not to mention.

I watch you debating
whether they are like mirrors –
one reflects fire,
the other, ice.

To me, they both are doors,
irreversible when entering:
one, sweet or bitter by unpredicted revolving,
the other, ending with a harsh and sudden swing.

Most of the time, they are in disguise,
beckoning us with a horse-driven carriage,
or a shallow river.
We ride on ‘til the hidden cliff,
we dive in to the bleeding pain.

At the end, we look back,
our past falls in silence.
_________________