A gentle breeze comes softly, // brushing past my ears,
It brings sunlight, // filtering through my eyes.
Under the night sky, I, dummy, so,
Groping around, I desperately crawl // on the ground,
Searching for branches, // stones, pens,
To record a moment's memory and names.

Hoping in vain, regretfully,
They are battling with stars, // I smelled
Until that gentleness pricked // by blood falls —-
into eternal sleep. Satisfied.

When shirts are dyed // as white as thighs,
The courtyard's willows still stand guard,
Black dirty water under the shadow // of brick walls,
Standing, squatting, // kneeling, crawling,
Guarding the days of emasculation,
With their traces already hidden in perfection.

Nowhere to search, dancing with the wind,
For the cleanness, alone, suicide.
I can't help but shield your eyes,
Ears, mouth, nose.

Don't breathe those desperate words.
I don't want // to see sadness shatter your gentleness,
Throwing it to the ground, // together with the garbage ash under the eaves.
This sky doesn't belong to you, // past and future.

Imagine, sitting on that bus full // of fresh travelers.
Don't stop, just remember, // You are gently embraced.
The threads that continue on your body,
Someone should tell you,
You are no longer the kite // in my hand,
Please forget to pretend you are still living // in the sky.