Cape jasmine

 

      I have being walking on a strange road,alone,listening to a strange song.Then in some nonchalant instantaeous,I discover,thought of every means the matter wanted to forget really such to forget reminds me of the past four years during which I shared hue good time but embrace solitude when you all left.­

    The seasons rotate,my frozen heart remains just like the solid drop.­

     I sat down the window,watching the outline of bare oak branches appear as the first gray strokes of light brush across t he black sky,eyes brimmed with blank and anguish. Your words flowing.You'd never shed a single tear of pain while I would scream as I had been possessed by the devil.­

     Now I sit down the window again and look out upon the night and streets in silent wonder. However,I cannot find you.I think I dropped you in the street.I still remember that you whispered:One flower makes no garland.­

     I'am looking for you,almost wearing out my eyes.­

The grey rain curtain of this world rolls back and all turns to sliver glass and you will see it,in front of me.­

     I still remember the golden times--- you drove me down the tract in a conspicuous conveyance.And then you taught me that falls happen to everyone sometimes.You droped,in a hurry.­

     After the first Geminids meteogs suddenly appeared in 1862,the radio observation of 1999strong leonid meteor shower shocked my heart.Your wont to rise early,your eyesight fly apart together with flying jasmines stillthere.­

     I wonder if you will see me standing on the verge of blue.I wonder if you'll disappear again after the grew pain curtain of the world rolls back and the cape jasmines drop somewhere.­