The river springs to the east

How I wish
love is like catching the subway
There is always a next one when you miss this one
The in between time is perfect for adjusting the mood
without overthinking who is to be blamed
But we all know too well
lost love is like a river springs to the east
we can never quite stop the flow of sorrow
until it floods our sleepless nights

 

如果感情象乘地铁那样多好
错过了一趟可以赶乘下一趟
之间可以收拾情绪做好准备
不用守株待兔那样傻傻地等
可惜感情却如一江东流春水
愁绪滔滔不绝浸湿无眠之夜

Ephemeral

you said
love is ephemeral
all the past love you had
all the shes you loved
they evaporated before
you caught breath
like silken streams
sifted through
your every dream
left impressions of
pinscreen needles
monetarily disposed