Still unknown
Though it’s your heart,
However, perhaps each poultry
You might be thinking about me
Immersed in a pleasant premonition
Going to find you…
Playing Housekeeping in Front of the Yard
Rubber band play in the alleyway of hide-and-seek
Nagging with comics instead of textbooks
Chrysanthemum bread on the puffed bread in front of the school gate
Public bath replaced by swimming pool as a monthly event
Dreams are Tom, Jerry, and Galaxy Express 999…
Your gray shadow
Occasionally drawn by the breeze,
Erasing again into the clouds
That scent still lingers in time
Quiet at that street corner
Even though they’re piled up like dust…
Blindly focusing only on your happiness
Facing the reality of prayer
I let go of that out of pride,
Still unable to leave you
What is my true heart?
Only trembling whispers…
Still lingering in my ear
My friend, your voice
Still vivid,
I am intoxicated by that sight, that fragrance
Where are we headed?
Who on earth were we…