2011.05.20
Was it all illusion,
Out of fear and sympathy,
That you hugged me in my room,
Invited me to sit on your laps at the store,
Waited for me in a dark cold rainy night,
Kissed me in the kitchen and at the door,
Caressed my forehead at the station,
Bought me a loving humidifier as birthday gift,
Called me joyfully every night to share your day,
And held me in your arms and stroll the streets of Qingdao?
If yes,
Congratulations, faker of the year,
Though it’s been all that obvious at all time,
Your mind floating in the air,
Your heart flying elsewhere,
Your body too calm for love making,
You did not see me at all.
Yet how can you hurt someone like me,
Who likes you dearly,
By giving me sweet sweet hopes,
Then smashing them into pieces?
If no,
Shame on you, coward of the year,
Why can’t you shoulder the responsibility
That you should have at your age,
Pillar this heavy blessing,
Turn on a new page in life,
And fuck the rest?
What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life,
To bury yourself in endless work
To succumb to worldly mass,
To marry a mediocre,
To miss your child’s first word and walk?
If yes to all,
Then I wish you peace,
When you’re old and grey and full of sleep,
Sitting in the chair by the window,
Looking back to those otherwise wonderful years,
Regretting that you have not lived up
To the expectation of God-
He created every one special,
But most of them die a common.
Out of fear and sympathy,
That you hugged me in my room,
Invited me to sit on your laps at the store,
Waited for me in a dark cold rainy night,
Kissed me in the kitchen and at the door,
Caressed my forehead at the station,
Bought me a loving humidifier as birthday gift,
Called me joyfully every night to share your day,
And held me in your arms and stroll the streets of Qingdao?
If yes,
Congratulations, faker of the year,
Though it’s been all that obvious at all time,
Your mind floating in the air,
Your heart flying elsewhere,
Your body too calm for love making,
You did not see me at all.
Yet how can you hurt someone like me,
Who likes you dearly,
By giving me sweet sweet hopes,
Then smashing them into pieces?
If no,
Shame on you, coward of the year,
Why can’t you shoulder the responsibility
That you should have at your age,
Pillar this heavy blessing,
Turn on a new page in life,
And fuck the rest?
What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life,
To bury yourself in endless work
To succumb to worldly mass,
To marry a mediocre,
To miss your child’s first word and walk?
If yes to all,
Then I wish you peace,
When you’re old and grey and full of sleep,
Sitting in the chair by the window,
Looking back to those otherwise wonderful years,
Regretting that you have not lived up
To the expectation of God-
He created every one special,
But most of them die a common.
