Blue District.

The reflection of the moon-
it was as if the dark old black lane had no trace of speed,
accept for the blue light.

It was a district that I had to cross upon,
to reach my destination.

I would meet some passers-by, which might share the same reason of existence,
a rule, maybe.

It was akin to having a stroll in a very individual's mind.
In this case, it's my own,
as one could utilize so much of the given space of imagination.
I made it mine, an underground personification.

Next thing I know,
I'm dancing in the realm of syncopation and tic tac strikes the spots of my rather lively-connected shell.

Soon after,
I left for the entrance from stage right.

Calves.

那天 我看见小牛们在牛群中 奔

绿丛中

好多牛儿

我在想

我在藐视着这里的什么

Farewell.

Silent felt so awkward between us,

when normally, we could still vibrate by just being static，

like mannequins in the display frame.

I guess each of us had our own ways to express our very last moments,

and I was sitting inside of my cubicle, looking through the window frame,

tracking my sight forward.

Why do I see you, you and you being so frail,

why do I see shells without... sparkling souls

where am I standing now, I asked

And I got to talk to the mirror in the corner of the cubicle,

I told her, now then I know, how it feels.

And then I said,

I guess this is how they express our very last moments, together.

It was an exception.

It was how tristeza was the chain of cause and effect.

It was... the emotion of dread in the air.

When I left,

there was nothing to be brought along with.

then again, I guess, this is how it should feel when the train really stops,

when the end, collapse.

So much of the emotional ride, like a cyclone - the whole could be dragged,

much like human, are we-

such dramatic art of thy beauty.

"Auf Wiedersehen, a bientot"

Sybolism.

一首八月小夜曲
给你
—feline

有时候
说文字无法承载的负荷
何不
蜻蜓点水式地 化成
不肤浅
只有 不具体的形式

在那个模糊建设的王国里
任我们游 百尺千尺 深

那一天下午
突然想念我们一起潜水的时候
当下 我们
被允许的一同能量
我们周围没有华丽的装饰
没有刻意的嵌
记得 当时牵手的探
在无限的维里 游


曾经我多许地 仰慕你文字的掌控
何曾是一个格子
扮演的角色是框 是限

其实你 也应该想飞翔

我期盼
我们还可以相遇
在这个多层重叠的余地里

Synapse.

Of the slightest that I could feel,

never thought I'd embrace you with open arms.

Just when I'm about to leave,

to the pool of sinking gravity.

It was a mere collide,

distanced with a consistent pattern,

a terrene formula not taken for granted-

wasn't even supposed to surpass the point of threshold,

no synapsis incurred,

hypothesis defied,

nobody failed,

I was lifted.

Which was why I responded with a connection.

Good morning,

wish I could put a smile on your face.

Pejam.

Your eyes speak so much to me

whenever we look at each other

when I can't help steeling extra looks on you

when we were mutual

Our skin brushed

freckles, a little

wrinkles too, lack of moisture

when I pray my skin to be as soft as yours

When I learn by heart how lovely

your hands were made

I remember how much I used to adore it

from afar

And your height when we

stand just next to each other

Random strolls on imaginary tracks

It is not about a form of physical embodiment

it is, having you so close to me

warm, then melt

I never knew you were so much

I know I can hear you

I'm missing you

绿蓝。

雨水降于大地

它的笼罩 像在拥抱谁在哭泣

湖泊的涟漪 圈的圈圈的

隔离外的朦胧

好像一幅画

是生动像一幅画

然后 我被蓝色吞咽

像在雪球一样的颜色

没人在主宰

好想送给你这个绿蓝

给你 （我也需要的）平静

告诉你—

哪怕再也无法

Omar.

Under the rain, Omar stood.

It is such

a bolt to be programmed with senses,

and being mechanical with the mundane routine.

And this time around,

the subconscious fuse of hers has came to a wake,

A visualization of the

power was generated

and the abandoned city burst into lights

it was a quiet night

but it wasn't

One of being much capable,

to work and cut off dynamic circuits,

which wasn't suppose to be in the context

but was written between the lines of the manual

It wasn't suppose to work like this.

How could you deny yourself, my dearest.

No,

this isn't the case you'd encounter everyday.

Omar is not a cyborg, she said.

Silhouette.

Standing in the middle of the stage of dark parquet

swimming in the midst of willed faces

Zonked and

I was mesmerized by the light in front of the doorway, in the middle

as it looked similar to the scribbles once prescribed

It was green and only, green

the seamless link of contrasts to be framed

As though I could be engulfed by the minimal visual that occupies the gauge of senses

Oh, it was calm and gentle

one that reminds me of tenderness...

it lingered?

Sunlight hit hard

reflected on the corridor

Silhouette of different men

trails the platform of aesthetics

nothing to do with shade seeking,

...we were merely passengers, I derived

A familiar block of solid color, I saw

one that I would easily identify among the flamboyant figures

layered with the afternoon sunlight

and the green patched background

it nailed

Was it a feign, or a recollection?

No,

it was a beautiful day. Cloudy, yet beautiful.

Tender.

Resemblance of the recollections,

like stars, they shine and sparkle, in the midst of the mystified cerebrum.

In space,

I drown, I free fall,

and I found myself being washed onto a shore of the unknown,

I balanced, the smell of earth and dried salt, and noticed where I stood.

The common ground of dream and reality.

As I hear every whisper the wind made,

petals upon my shoulder,

snowflake on my fingertip,

I breathe.

I feel you,

and always will.

If I Only Had Words.

Of how much a term could carry its weight...

I choose not to go beyond that branch of stream.

I hear your call in the morn,

it was that-

making me play sad songs in the warm little room,

when I could feel the warmth of the sun on my skin,

even that, I thought.

And I hear you again,

when I was humming this tune down the stairs,

you appeared out of no where,

Like an answer, it was... though it looks like you're drifting away, too.

Feels that I am always beside, maybe

the other way round.

"The cultivation was a success, "

a voice I heard from the men in white coats.

Poignant, it seems.

隧

我穿过空间

进入隧道

此刻 时光并非主谋

看见你在前 十三尺

与我一同起步

是你

那个紧快的脚步 稍驼的背

你走远了 我持续

一个转弯 异道

你在我前 十三尺

看见你手上的操控

向前走 步奏

你走远了 我持续

然而我犹豫

是否 从背送你走

最后 我转弯 我望

我望着 你步外出口

像在森林里

看见你背影一样

似乎在追寻什么

可现实中 只能认人误

我 从来无法直视你

也无法与你交叉

或许 只能远望你

能否这样 守护着

跳跃空间

跳跃隧道

The Scorching Sun.

There weren't any shades,

it was a direct spread on the surface.

I may be a flat, thin sheet

as if one dimension is reduced

there wasn't so much to be covered,

sometimes, maybe, among the open possibilities.

and I thought you might feel the same way, too.

as I see the endless green in front of the wind screen

it flicked,

and then the spread of the blue sea

it flicked again,

then a pitch black cloth that has white little diamonds attached

it flicked,

it doesn't seem to matter, somehow

It was so bright

I can hardly see you

the flare was too much for my mechanism of contraction

But I see you smile

bright as usual, you were

it never fails to put me in the state of detached

as if it is what that matters,

the only breadth that stands out alone.

It was a beautiful afternoon.

Sunday Afternoon.

星期日 中午

把你藏在心里

好好的 呵护

滋润 你

想要你 靠在我身边

星期日 中午

太阳高挂

照亮 且温柔

你说我是阳光

其实 我好想就这样

暖你一辈子

星期日 中午

通过照射大地的 宽宏

我 守护你

Chirps.

春夏秋冬奏でて　明日を行く旅積み重ねて
気付けばあなたと　夢の果てまで

Subconsciousness lead me to daybreak,

awaken by your subtle fragrance,

embraced in your guard it seems,

I snuggled in a sense of secure.

There is so much that I can give.

So much that you deserve, I figured.

Which is why,

that lead me to the lip-sync

I attempt to reach you

under the sun

in the gentle morn.

刺痛。

刺痛 是逃离不了

我在

忽略漩涡的 晃动

只是一直挂着

是阵阵的 自我麻醉

于那 千支小针微微的刺痛

虽微

却迟迟不离

Socrates.

That night,

this word, Socrates.

I remember how I see you shine,

so far, yet so bright.

Charmed, smitten,

might just seem not be enough,

sometimes-

things are just beyond emotions.

Draw me with your gravity,

you did.

And now, I am going to create and define

my own Law of Gravity.

Blue Boy.

My lil blue boy

would you think if I would tip my toes

to have a look of you from the artificial walls?

To imagine how were you to carry on

when you were fighting in the battle

with the colourful expressions that you could use

that actually slip and hide

in your day

That why was it that you were quiet at times

why were you alone

when can I see you

if it is happened to be

upon the calculation of bits

of the universe

And then I see you, my lil blue boy

Like how you always are

mingling with yourself

Was wondering if you saw me

when my waive actually banged the door

having my footsteps drew further

with full conscious

part of the Act, it is

But it doesn't matter

I'm your lil blue girl today, (too)

it so happens

打开。

可以让我记得你

是 温柔

调皮

强悍

是 稳中

冲动

与 很多感动

上了瘾

有比无法和你分开

一直有你在身旁

并且依然想象你在身旁

不离

若你的味道

我说

残留 在我身上

我是在说

深深爱上你了

亲爱的

Backagain.

When I was sent out to feel as much,

back then.

With the not so prepared shell,

but a very prepared fluid.

Under these huge green pointy roofs,

grande halls with ever familiar faces-

And the ever-dampy underground air that one could taste...

I have never felt so much welcomed to be back,

do things I feel best- and it will still be.

When I hook my eyes to the man,

conducting.

When I pushed my every breath to finish a resonance,

making sure I spit consonance,

wiggle a lil more than the others,

though I may look absurd,

for always trying too hard.

When I turn back, to see the ever together mates,

also the new potentials,

I could not wait to look forward for everything,

everything that could happen.

And what the ears could hear,

was not only the harmonies I'd pursue, forever

but the fluent flow of their very accent,

warming the cold spread of this odd-shaped room,

which is, what I always recalled

of recognizing it is a home.

The voices are enough to tie each of us together,

as if...nothing else mattered.

Why which is,

I can not wait to be back,

more than singing at anywhere else.