When I sit down to write, I think of you --
星期一 四月 06, 2009 9:20 pm
Words left to tell,
How wrong it felt.
I heard what the sunset said,
reeds leaned to a coming snow.
Should I regret to leave
my heart alone,
behind the dim-lit cave?
Through the dusty wind,
A fish’s eye stared
into my drifting dream.
You knocked at a rock,
but no door was there.