Tag: old friend

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I stopped sending you letters
on your wedding day

Still, I keep writing
In my mind, you are still my loyal reader

Dreams are the cubby-house I built for us
where our memories live

清明

春天
我踩着绒雨
向山里走去
脚下的黄泥
混着树的翠绿
沉淀着天的灰蓝
故人的墓地
栖息在满地的黄菜花
我舍不得扒开
这么娇美的装饰
就如你出嫁时的抚媚
你洞房的红烛还在弦乐舞蹈
我按住竹篮里的沉檀香和衣纸
害怕美好的回忆被打扰
更怕我的眼泪勾出安息的你

In spring,
I walked on the velvety rain and headed for the mountains.
The yellow mud under my feet mixed with the green of the trees and the gray-blue of the sky.
The grave of an old friend was covered with yellow flowers.
I couldn’t bear to tear them apart.
Such a beautiful decoration reminded me of your wedding day.
The red candles in your bridal chamber were still dancing with string music.
I pressed the sandalwood incense  in the bamboo basket.
I was afraid that the beautiful memories would be disturbed.
I was even more afraid that my tears would evoke you who was resting in peace.

Once existed

Would you remember
I once was the wren
sang by your window sill
to cheer you up
in those depressive
teenager years

Would you remember
I once was the misty rain
so effortlessly blanketed your face
in your early morning strolls

Would you remember
I once was your go-to place
took in all your sadness and insecurity
in your alone nights

Would you remember
woukd you remember
I once existed
in your life
as sweet as the incense fragrance
as brief as the brushing wind
as faithful as the knight

Would you remember