When swimmers diveinto my memory poolcrystal wavesrise in hundreds from theblurred water.

By growing entire waves of reminiscence,I, a fellow traveler of the same periodwill keep waiting for the melody of your song right at the same river … unbrokenly …

Through the lamp of trust, in the floor of heart, we should have fathomed each other.

Deep in the vagrant watersI fail to recognizemy own image.but out of the piecemealsurface, toohow could you comeintact, and whole ?

Peep through the peep-holes; You will see the light Knocking your door now.

There is dark outsideand I am merged within that darknessand, in meyou are assimilated.

To mourn the unexpected death Of a thousand fetuses, I fire up the yellow dusk, and watch the time standing motionless.

Grasshoppers grow crops never: No hands they have to hold spades; Nor have they harrows to level fields; Only have they long trunks to suck.

The apple of some eyes I am; dirt to some others yet.

The callous walls you have raisedare going to collapseunder your very eyes.