I thought love is
I love you and you love me,
then we live together forever and ever.
Yet it’s not.
My dearest,
sorry I have hurt you again.
The scar is so deep.
I am so scared.
But please don’t hate me.
Please don’t blame me.
Please take away all the happiness but the pain.
As
to Detroit,
we’ll break up,
we have no future.
summer elapses
There are many times I say this is the last summer I stay in Hangzhou, but I am still here.
I saw you off that night when the coldness arrived here.
I wore white T-shirt, while you were in coat and sweater.
I pretended as it’s not cold at first then I forgot the true feeling of body.
And I was that stubborn to say that I am a pilgrim, travelling from one place to another, unfeelingly.
Kinda shocked as you told me that you wanted to get married.
I can’t promise you anything now, as in business, the promise would simply turn me captive, or ultimately faithless.
- 20 September 2011
The original intention I write in English is to avoid that they read my words, my sadness, my sorrow – the dark part of me.
I was treated really bad when I was young.
Thus I understand and cherish every single bit of goodness of life.