Afterwards.

然後
我和你的世界變得遙遠
在徘徊的時空中
分秒針之間
藏著我們的矛盾
淡化了對彼此的愛意
慢慢
變成塵粒
在空中飛舞

01010011.

You and I,
side by side,
or is it just me, imagining
having you there at my right?
You, came into my dreams,
speaking a language of poetry
that I couldn’t quite figure  
exactly what it means.
Though leaving traces
of binary codes,
in the morning for me to solve.
Zero one zero one zero zero one one,
I dare not to,
touch whatever you left behind,
for this is the only way,
to converse with you and your mind. 

“Stay.” you wrote.
Did I get it right? 
Or was it just what I want you to write?

Goodnight, my sweetheart.

Goodnight my sweetheart. 
The bird says to the toad. 
The moon came looking,
for the cloud of dreams,
who rains on houses,
while those who are asleep. 
Monet was it,
Or Van Gough who whispered,
lost in words,
instead they painted their ode,
to the ones who wander,
within a different interstellar. 

Open or Close.

Open or close. Does it really matter?
What’s behind that curtain, do I even bother?
Maybe it’s the sun greeting,
or maybe it’s the moon singing,
the moment I open that curtain,
everything will become certain.
Mystery is what draws me closer,
to what’s hanging in this very second.
The imagination of maybes,
brings me fascination of possibilities.
Not a second before, not a second after.
This moment in time,
I hope it stays forever.

So now I ask myself again, 
do I open, or close the curtain?

If I could.

If I could collect
all the sadness in you
and put them in a jar
Let the waves take them
to somewhere far
you be as light as a feather
travel with the singing wind
accompanied by the stars
who laugh:
地上的人總是不能懂不能覺得足夠
someday one day
you land on a piece of flower
and be friend with the ladybug crawling all over
forgetting what brought you there
and enjoying life once and again  

I wonder

how far you could go
with things we have no control
was it something that you want to test
or was it something that you want to have
The feelings don’t lie
with whatever that’s happening inside
love is the only thing that’s true
through the eyes that people see through

Nonsense.

The way we speak to each other
is like the way we speak to life
I don’t know how that comes across another
with everything bottled inside
sometimes life feels like a danger
to what’s already been a future
whether this is making sense or not
is nothing i can come to conscious of
what it is is just a flow of words
completely from the head to the fingers
like electricity strikes
and they type out what I put together
in different forms of letters
maybe it should be seen like pictures
or maybe in patterns of colours
when hallucination is over
I read it all again
and that’s when I stop typing
because everything makes no sense

7am

Watching the sun light
falls on the surface of the cup
growing intensely
until it almost blinds the retina of my eye
And few seconds later
the glowing form slowly dies away
and then
with 5 or 6 second intervals
it happens all over again
shifting from the cup to my forearm
I can feel the heat
warming up the surface of my skin
from the elbow to the tips of my fingers
bringing lightness to the heart
rejuvenating the source of a living
like the roots of a tree 

Breathe a little

Take me somewhere
To breathe a little
The air in this city
Suffocates me in different angle
Politics, news, businesses, competitions,
Rats racing round the clock
All people care about are market and stocks
Chinese New Year approaching
Workers are still working
Help to stock up for celebrating
Piles of raspberries fell onto the floor
yet the crowd around sees nothing at all
and all they do was stare and kept walking
What a pity
In this society
Where is the love
Simply for one another
the time of attention you give
just to each other
Is that a world of an ideal
Or could that be something real?

Breathe a little
I need some air
Just so I can breathe a little

I wonder...

how far you could go
with things we have no control
was it something that you want to test
or was it something that you want to have
The feelings don’t lie
with whatever that’s happening inside
love is the only thing that’s true
through the eyes that people see through