well...rainy day...

we always have the unutterable feelings
deep in our souls
where we could not
and never will
confess to others
it seems an unholiest thing
if we ever voice them out
the feelings slowly died of premature birth
they became not ours to claim
and we could no longer reclaim those feelings
it becomes my underlying rule
to never reveal my truest soul
to even the closest one
please forgive me
for being such discreet creature

I dreamed of you again.

the light was cut suddenly
in a blink of an eye
I decided to crawl under the covers
to feel the coldness of the air
and the warmth of my bed
the rain tickled the roof
a slow story accompanied my dream
I slowly walked up to you
your hand touched mine
and you gave me the broadest smile ever
that I had never received
no sign
no obsession
not missing you
not anymore
but you appeared in my dream
again
and
again
like a constant reminder
my subconscious mind
became your forever paradise
and my heart
hosted the very thought of you

overload excitement

the sunlight
slowly crept up the surface
brought together the blue sky together
pieces by pieces
printed this image in my mind
along with the greenish paddy field
brought along by the wind
i could smell the heat
rode up and down
heart was warmed
by the small baby goat
by the friendly chestnut
really could not put a quote here
for what i felt today
being this close to the nature
the animals i love with my heart
on the horseback
i could feel my excitement boiling over the edge
looking at their eyes
liked they were telling me everything
i could do these all day long

Summer boy

so warm and calm
under the great sunlight
matching our heartbeats together
mixing our breaths along
every step you took with me
ringing in my heart was how I love you so

Jijimiao

It didn't feel so exhausted anymore if you got your sister sent you this in the midst of tension when everything seemed so busy and you needed a hug so badly when you were not anywhere near your family...

Ame

The pauses were there.
But, it did not stop.
Just like a music which could not get it all out.
I would rather curl up in my bed with a good book with the rain kept falling.
It was all I wanted all along.
A good company and some extra toppings.
It made me stop and think.
It made me wondered.
In the far end of the world.
Would someone enjoyed this as much as I do?
Or more?
Was it the very thing that made up all of me?
I would pull you aside and tell you all my stories.
If you promise to keep it in your bag, safe and sound.
And I would listen to yours.
That day would have lasted very, very long.

Lazy night

The boy who sells bread and the girl who buys bread, everyday.

Her day:
the next page
need to start the day earlier
stopped by the usual shop
looked eagerly
but grabbed the same bun
paid
gone

His day:
the recognition
our eyes met
some more words were said
in my part
maybe she did not realize
received
gone

Where are you, my old friend?

我们
都是在
被生活
逼着长大
逼着成长
可是
有多少人会在意
在不知不觉中
我们都忘记了
自己曾是小孩
自己曾拥有一份童真
那份童真
现在被遗忘在那里
那个转角后的自己
已不再是那个当初的自己
那个决定不再依赖他人的自己
那个连哭都偷偷摸摸的自己
那个事事瞻前顾后的自己
这么多个自己
我却寻觅不了
那个当初
只喜欢笑的自己。

My child, be careful of what you wish for.

be careful of what you wish for
real hardcore life lesson
it taught me hard
not to wish and yearn for that unnecessary thing
it might eat you up
at the end of the day
and you would sit there and regret
for all you know
you really should not wish for that
now you get what you want
but in different colour
different tone

a dream came...but not true

it always end in this way
every time i liked to fantasize after that
even that one line
could make me think so much
and the worst came
when i was having the wonderful moment in my dream
just a little bit
a little bit more
give me a little bit more
but my clock struck the Cinderella hour
and I woke up when I was advancing
towards the ending
I hoped
but I could not get what I hoped
maybe it might be this way too
in reality
pathetic but so real

sentimental feelings...just ignore them

i was sad that
sometimes
i was being called on to remember you
every little bit of it
like it was a constant check up for my mind
no
for my heart indeed
and it was so true
that i was being unable to remind myself
what more that could not be done
what more that could not be undone
well
when i hold up my heart
i could see all the constant struggles there
all the misplaced feelings and overreacted loves
in the midst of it
you will find me there
screaming at the top of my lung
the inconsistency ate me up
how i long to meet you
to see if our lines
would ever be crossed again