2022.01.25.
If My Voice Could Remember
What if my voice could remember it allThe anxiety, joy, and bitterness when it recited your name
If you are a love song
Then I am a glimpse of the setting sun across the window
From dawn to dusk
You are a pigeon carrying a message, flying across the sky
I am the ink, signed across the page
I have thousands upon thousands of words to say
Hidden between the trembling characters and lines
Day by day, year by year
Every time you turn around, it’s like our first meeting again
Pining is a spring silkworm
Bite by bite, eating away the time
Spring winds and autumn rains, my pen lowers into heartache
The heart is a flower, blossoming brilliantly in the wilderness
The lingering will of the falling leaves
The willingness of the wind
The heart’s garden is a barren land
The warmth is fading away
There are lights, urging us to part
There are fires in our hearts lighting up this heartbreak
I’ve left a window in my heart
The moonlight stretches out our shadows
Just let me surrender to love
Let my steps turn into frost
Stumbling through the evening on my path home
Day by day, year by year
There is a brilliant love in my heart, but my body is like an answer
The youth that has left
Is bedraggled, see my words