本文发表在 rolia.net 枫下论坛That hand, so soft and warm,

In that cool, cool night,

In that big, big tent,

Under the leafy trees,

Under the dark, dark starry night

In the vast, boundless wilderness

Where fairytales roam like ancient time

When dreams could become reality

When songs became so impressively engraving

That hand, that was supposed to be so distant

That required two thousand years to get to

Was covered by me in less than one night?

Why did it link to so much…

So much &%$#@* that is inside of me

Turned everything upside down,

Like that destructive Tsunami

…

In your bitter and sweet smile

You hinted to me that all was

Because … because that soft and sweaty hand

How I wish that hand to be like the thread

On the other side of it was the kite

That could hold my limit and my freedom

That would set free my loneliness…



Half of a day paid off 3 years' desolation

Now I have to count the seconds

But can each second be a day?

Still I thank you for the everlasting memory



Now I am lost in the thought of you

Trying to relive each moment

Summer time in the cold, cold north

Joy is short; pain is long

We were near the edge of heaven

...

I have tears for you

Tears of joy; tears of hopelessness

So glad to be able to let go

That sweaty finger

So sad to let go

That warm and tender hand

So confused, when you cut off

And let go the kite



I shall roam endlessly

In search of the rootless algae

Shall I be like Van Gough

A ragged man in ragged clothes?

…
Wish I could be a rock

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