Note on September 24

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

September 24, in the late autumn
My only destination
Run away from mirror
Returning my spirits to my soul, from the windbreaker
Tears streamed down my cheeks, not for anyone
September 24, the night is quiet and bright
The moonlight is as pale as my face
The lake is as lustrous and transparent as my body
I hear the call of the mirror, a series of beautiful sounds
Among the crowd, bright and warm
In the darkness, hot and serious
I need relatives, and touch
September 24, seems like my life has passed me by
And a new life coming
Must learn from the flying birds
Must learn to listen to myself
My only destination
Keep stepping forward
I cut my finger when saying good-bye to the mirror
And put it in my mouth gently

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