The drain

Drain of sorrow,
filled with hope,
make a wish,
but things still remain as it is...

Gift of life,
pumped within me,
live a dream,
yet again drained I am in the end...

Blossom of cherry trees,
clouded the skies,
had lived the dream,
that I have desired...

still the drain it persists,
holding on to each of us,
waiting to drain what seems liked a stage,
when the candle burns out.

窗外

Outside the frame,
lies the bird of paradise,
resting on the branch,
a day of fighting it has been,
a life of flight it has gone through...

Swaying with the wind the tree is,
merging seamlessly with it,
weathered through the days of life,
a lifetime of loneliness it has been.

Ants crawling up the wrinkled face,
hearing the voice of the old one with every sway it made,
yet disinterested they seem,
alls but for a day's work,
what comes will go eventually it seems.

Outside the window we have all been,
seasons come and go it has always been,
I change when you change,
I live when you see,
for what lies beneath,
is but eternality it has always been.

季

秋季的飘雪，
不知觉地往远处的山谷而离去。

片片红叶浮着，
飞着，
落着，
遮盖了可知的蓝天。

要懂得自由呀，
要享受幸福呀，
短暂的生命里，
拥有你我亲切的友谊，
包满了无奈与寂寞，
当日的你我一去了何方？

难道，也许，又或者，
这正是世界的尽头了吧！