7 time zones

Sticky Paper 1:
8:00a.m.

Good morning

10th day waking up to you from another space



Sticky Paper 2:
12:00noon

What is your biggest fear?

What is your biggest lost?



Sticky Paper 3:
4:00pm

If I die anytime,

you would know that I like you a lot,

and I want to love you with all my heart,

right?



Sticky Paper 4:
6:30pm

Don't you have to sleep?

Like, a cup of water before you go to bed?




Sticky Paper 5:
9:30pm

I'm stuck with you.

Like sticky paper.

Will you dislike my presence?




Sticky Paper 6:
12:00am

Hey, are you there?




Sticky Paper 7:
02:33am

正疗伤

其实我不懂

爱情是什么

和你说话的味道

是甜的

可是怎么走

怎么要 怎么流

我都不懂

我不知道



我能够要多一点疼爱吗

我能够再靠近一些吗

我能够给多一点吗

我那么多的意愿是怎么了

我被你什么给吸引了



问题也问完了吗

Like a Bird

the momentum of time

waking up to bed

my thoughts shot straight to you within a rocket

one that is lead with the heart

穿越时空




I have never paid attention to our jumbled up space

back track, back and forward

we permitted each of our accesses




it felt like you were singing in my room

with that voice I knew was yours

you sang and you sang

a sense of sadness filled


it was a gift of your presence

it was how I get to know you better



I was not sure - I was so sure about it

a gush of intensity sprung from the gut

it is a voice

it is singing

I don't know how you came upon

but you did



I am now singing

趁火

趁这个时候

记得你敞开的心

无际的笑容

烦恼


我们对望 ——

若你还在质疑

我可以以海浪的歌声

歌唱

给你安慰


谢谢你

同我一起走

那个纯真

眼前荡漾



以后就

交给我吧

小眯

眯着小眼

我们对望

只有你看见

我在笑


你是在眯着眼吗




空气是我们的媒人

一公尺

大概是我
想要和你最近的距离

只有你在看见

我乐的笑

我编的舞蹈


空气应该含
我们隐约的对白




你留了下来

可惜我什么都没留下

思绪里的我们已都不回头

可现实

我们却不懂得靠近



我们干杯

我不想多抽

对不起

动作没说  喜欢你

直到你和伴离开

我多么想把你给拦着



我们什么都没说




我的无奈

夹在头发间的烟味里

一丝丝






想要和你体验的

应该是你的能力吧

还有你   私下

那动人的演艺


小眯

teared

I don't know what you think of me

but I apologise


for you have yet to learn

to take full responsibility of your actions

your reactions

your gut and gauge

your free formed purity, colour

the world you want to explore

                           your capacity



to contrast with my sharp intentions

even if they aren't ill in the slightest

my trained state of mind

and of my subconscious wish to write



I mean no harm

I am barely armed

should you ever be cautious and put your guard high


I am sorry

trash

this forceful title

to be claimed as trash



crumbles in your heart

squeezed in your palm to be entitled




 I gave you such liberty

to have me outcast

I must be looking for you

in such desperation



no, because

we didn't plan to love each other in such a manner