Sitting by a bed I look out of a window
Footage of my life is flashing in front of my eyes
Life is a fancy feast of illusion
Time is the thief who stole everything I’ve ever had
When I was seven I caught a cicada
Holding it in my hand convinced that I had caught summer along with it
By the time I was seventeen I kissed her on the cheek
Believing things would last forever between us
Is there something that would last forever
Something that would never change
The beauties I used to hold in my arms would never fade away
Time shall never leave a trace on our face
No one shall ever say good bye or adieu
Can someone hear me
I sit by the bed and then turn over
Someone is deeply asleep
Is that me
That old weary face
Eyes shut tight
I am surrounded by people who love me and those I loved
Just let all my regrets and unattended business turn into the very last drop of tear that will ever drip down my cheek
Is there a trop of tear that could wash away my regrets
That could turn into a shower of rain and fall onto the street that I could never go back to
Just give one more chance so I could rewrite my story
So I could tell her sorry the “sorry” I should have told her long ago
Is there a world where it never gets dark
Where the stars and the sun as well as the flora and fauna would do exactly as I say
Where the moon is always full spring is always around
Branches hold tight onto the leaves
Can someone hear me
Right besides my ear
Right in front of my eyes
Like a movie
My life is replaying
From the darkness I came
To the darkness I shall go back
The world
This very moment
The universe
Who would I be the next time
Is there a rose that would never wither that is always proud and perfect that will never compromise
How could we end up like an insignificant piece of paper
We are not even qualified to be compared to a petal
For petals have all once been brilliant and bright
Is there a bookmark I could use to stop time
So that I could have stopped time on that day
The most innocent smiling face
The best year of my life
My backpack could have been packed with cake and sodas
If you could have looked me in the eyes
Innocence and childlike naivete is all that you would have found
No rules shall be followed
Is there a poem that I could find no period to Youth takes up permanent residence in our neighborhood
Guitar and dancing shoes are given to him and her
We could laugh about and put behind everything we’ve been through
Everything is sweet and beautiful
Is there a tomorrow where I could relive me life
Where I could again have ample time on my hands
I would make the most out of everything simply living or being alive
So that I could have no regrets in my life
Can someone hear me
I don’t want to say good bye
I sit by the bed looking down lingering around my fingertips is a thin layer of fog