When I was young, in those long, sunny afternoons, I had lots of time, and no fear. Because I knew, there was an eternal wait in my life. hardship comes and goes, so does tears. nothing frustrates me, because i have a lifetime to wait for you, and you will come.
today, in the middle of my life, on this difficult journey, i never rested, only wandered for a while to think about you, look for you, wait for you.
the fog comes from the back, the vision blurs, thinking about the possibility that you might not come, i feel fear.
I started to cherish all beautiful things. It could be a small bird, or a couple of magpies. it could be a cheerful young heart, or a line of trees. I observe them, to see if you were there. Afraid of that you might have seen them, and already gone.
days fly in my expectation, sometimes it feels like you are once here, sometimes you were never there. Where are you? What do you like?
There will come a day, that I grow old like everybody else. There will come a day, my soft black hair will turn to white ones. There will come a day, I will face the end of the road. By then, all that can make me smile with tears, will be you, and will only be you.
And there will be a small white sailing ship that i never approached near enough.
Wish you can understand my poem....
I really want to give you my smile
When spring comes
Hopefully it will turn into a bunch of flowers
Bring you a comfortable break
I really want to give you my songs
When summer comes
Hopefully it will turn into a light breeze
Made you feeling cool and refreshing
I really want to give you my prayer
When autumn coms
Hopefully it will turn into a white cloud
Bring you peace of mind
I really want to give you my blessings
When winter comes
Hopefully it will turn into a basin of fire
Bring you life energy