Sweet Memory Never Dies~~Revised
When you were sitting
by a lotus pond
and unfurling
those light purple petals
like a morning glory
at dawn
no lotus buds
dared to emerge
from the water
for fear of getting humbled
But how time flies
In a blink of an eye
the sun is setting
and the misty evening
is falling
Hence
fresh spring has given way
to leaf-falling autumn
Everything has changed
except
sweet memory
never dies
I Don't Have a Magic Wand~~Revised
I don't have
a magic wand
but an ordinary pen
which is able to conjure up
a fragrant garden for you
whether when you're singing
the blues
or when you're stuck
in the bleakest north pole
without any hope
And the beauty of it
is that it'll never grow old
I'm not blowing the balloon
unless you forget to bloom
in the spring
when little birds
come back to sing