A poem to past love
​老情诗

​March 11 2018

皮肤和嘴唇

呼吸着油,汽和飞扬的尘土

无所事事 

干燥的裂开的瞬间

你眼底那片澄净的天空

若隐若现

我情愿变成枯萎大地上死去的树叶

Skin and lips

Absorb oil, steam and flying dust

I've got nothing to do 

The moment dryness cracks open

I see the clear sky under your eyes

Loom and bloom

I’m willing to become dead leaves on the withered earth