If I leave
星期四 六月 26, 2008 2:12 pm
If I leave
(1)
Do I really miss you,
or is it because of the falling snow?
The weather forecast
proves its failure.
Perhaps, I really should get
out of the clouded perception?
Bed silently, thoughts fall,
then float and sail beyond if…
Who will cry,
you or my self?
(2)
A few steps to a door,
Or merely a door?
My hands cannot reach,
My minds peek through
Not much left to say
But so much to tell
That in dreams,
That buried fears
3)
We forget the moment,
The past and the future
White like snow-covered soil
Dark and chilly inside
The seeds and roots hardly grow,
They wait . . .