Was looking at you walking in the city in the blue morning.
So distant that I couldn’t tell what you were looking at.
Losing their meanings are woven memories:
words hurting one another, rusty rhythm in my heart as well.
The dream-filled scenery’s peeling off.
Dancing shadows deep in the monitor blur with tears.
Hold on to only your inornate feeling,
during ephemeral nights,
screaming and screaming.
Saw you in profile and your colorless eye.
My reply on that day would be lost in the air.
In the flowing images coloring inorganic things,
I believed you could come to a stand, but...
Have been afraid of only letting you out of my sight,
with the voice not carring,
screaming and screaming,
in vain.
Negative in mind.
Affirmative in behavior.
The dilemma tears my hurt like the S.
Feelings that are hard to be conveyed with only words
have been depicted in the screen
over and over again.
I’ll live in this screen?
Sometime...
