Category: Poetry and Prose

I never know if there is a next life. If there is one, will I meet you again? To be honest, I prefer this is the end. Because no matter how sweet our love is, there will be more bile. I am incapable to be a knight to keep fighting for us. So, I choose to be a deserter.

I don’t know how much time do I have to live. I don’t know how long I will go on loving you. I still love how you appear in my mind. I still love your sound especially the way you speak. I even miss your once angry voice. But you are so calm and peaceful these days. And I too, love the content you.

I am willing to be an infatuated man loving you in humble distance. Perhaps for you, I am a masochist, a lower rib, a self fulfilled devastation. There is no time table for our love. Yet, I am counting down the days. I am giving all I can while you know I am a hypocrite.

I am glad that I don’t look forward to the next life. I am satisfied to surrender to a woman like you, a love like us. There are not enough next lives to match this passion, this madness and this loyalty in its totality. I have enough material to write love poetry to make up for the missing kisses and passionate nights.

I walk to the end of my life with worn out shoes in the company of your divine shadow and angelic sound.

 

不知道是否有下辈子，更不知道下辈子还会否遇见你，真好我不想有下辈子了，即使更多甜蜜，我怕更多苦涩，沒法做一个英勇的斗士，我选择做了强硬的逃兵。

不管今世还有多长，不管我还能深恋多久，我还是喜欢你一直在我脑海里的样子，一直喜欢你的声音，喜欢被你说教，可惜你不再凶了，你过于平静平淡，但我依旧在喜欢，我在做一个蠢男人，我把自己惨成渣了，再也不是花，我可以更卑微地遥望你，我可以就做一个下里巴人，一个傻球，我数着倒计时着哪天结束这段爱程，时间表沒有列出，我依旧信心满满给予所能给予的，不管是否虚伪？

真好我不会投胎下辈子了，这辈子投降了一个女人，这辈子投降了一段痴情，再有多少可能，再有多少辈子，我也终将遇不到，对她的痴心痴情痴癫，我够了，没够吻，没够性，够了爱，已足够可以写诗写文。

踏破铁鞋无觅处，佳音丽影伴一生。

A translation of Jun’s poem 默爱 (Love in Silence)

When you try to make a name
as a painter
I become the sponsor
of your exhibition

When you write your heart out
as a poet
I am your publisher

When you are an author
written books no one reads
I learn to be a collector

默爱

当你是一个无名的画家，
你特想办一个画展，
我就成为一个赞助者。

当你是一个诗人，
你特想出一本诗集，
我就成为一个出版商。

当你是一个作家，
写的书无人看，
我就是一个收藏家。