A Midsummer Night’s Dream

In the tent, under the moon
Waves rushing nearby
We were holding hands
Without thinking too much
Or too far ahead

Never would I expect

From that moment on

My love for you grows

Like weeds in the wild

And that cool August night

Is forever carved in my mind

Since then
My whole being is rooted in you
And time has stood still
Every ticking of time
Is a reminder of you

I dwell in this dream
I live in this dream
May dawn never come
May this last till the end of time
May tomorrow forever
Waits on the edge of the universe
May I always find the right way
To tell you how I feel

But God, give me the assurance

That all will be well

At least Ah Q(verb) me to know

That tonight, under the same sky

I am yours and you are mine

And I, a vagabond, still have your tenderness

Still am able to keep you in my dream

If tears could paint a picture
Of our life together
A life-long hand holding with you
I would paint the poetic fogs floating
And romanticizing the background tonight
And when you appear in the center
All would be perfect; all would be viewthready

Greed

In the long, sleepless nights
I long to hear a familiar, comforting voice
Like a traveler in the desert longing for water....
Just that gentle smile
Can be enough to quench the thirst for acceptance...
The passion to be understood...
The sweet breeze from the trees in the scorching heat...
The caress that would ease away tears...
The sound of spring water in the hollow valley...
The cowbell from the unbearably boring plain...
Let me just have you, your smile, your voice;
Let me freeze them and keep in my safe...
Then I will be like a miser
Keeping and counting and cherishing his treasure, .. ..
Let me keep what I have
Let me keep you...

Thinking of you



Leaning on the window of my bedroom

Looking out at the little bird sitting on the branch

I wonder

If you are thinking of me



When the sun is rising

To scatter away all the stars

Are you thinking of me?

When the sun is setting

When the sky slowly merges the land and sea in the distance

Are you thinking of me?



The cold, cold wind has dried the vines on the trees

Still they wind around the trees

With such hope and steadfastness

Will you be those vines winding around me

Till the end of time?



Will your love be like those colorful leaves

Dancing in the wind

Decorating my life that has been so desolate and dim



Or could you be just a day

That ends like another day

Or could you be just a season

That ends like another season

Or could you be just the grass

That has finished for the season

Or could you be just the sunset

That adds a period to the day



But this is my story to you

In the morning before the sun is up

You are the first rushing into my mind

At night when all is silenced

You creep in my dream like a thief

And you are the fuel that keeps me

Dashing about during the day.

不明真相群众围观