Playing a Game of Badminton
My friends,
If you don't mind at all,
I'll give you a morning call
since there's no feathered friends
coming to say hello,
since there's no more sunshine
to kill your sorrow
in this winter world.
Let's play a game of badminton.
If you forget to bring your racket,
don't worry and be happy.
As long as you never forget
to bring your laughter,
loud as thunder,
I'll carry my smile,
sincere as sunlight.
Maybe,
we're not perfect as professionals,
but we'll be cheerful as a monkey
and healthy as a puppy.
Morning Glory in Late November
I can't believe my eyes~
it's already late November,
and you're still blooming ravishingly
like a morning glory
that I just came across
while passing through a village,
no less poor than remote.
I can't help but admit~
you're still beautiful;
nevertheless,
I doubt whether
it's as much meaningful~
putting on your indigo purple dress
and shuddering in the sea breeze
at a time when
there's no butterflies or bees around.
And I have to apologize to you
for being neither a secret admirer
nor a careful gardener.
Fleeting
as a silk of smoke floating in the air,
I'm just a passenger.