Printable View
When I left you
I pretended I didn't care about you
anymore
so that you'd miss me no more
Now it's a brand new spring
though it's still wet and freezing
cold outside
I hear the howling
and hope it's not you're crying
I'm coming back home
from a long journey
not to tell you many a story
but to see
if you've found your own rose garden
When love has become sweet and ripe
overwhelmingly pleasant
even a word is too redundant
Why not reap this apple memory
with tears and smiles
on our faces
in the season of harvest
Your innocent smile was a forget-me-not
in full swing
I fell for last spring
missing the faint fragrance you sent off
in the air
I kept growing white hair
But I think
it doesn't really matter now
for in every petal of a blue forget-me-not
I see a smile I pine for a lot
Were poems planted like blossoms in my garden
then I should rejoice to see numerous bees and butterflies
like cheerful lasses
come flying to collect sweet nectar in the morning
and turn it into honey of blissfulness
Come evening
I shall go back home with jaunty steps
smiles written all over my face
When spotting a gorgeous rose
unfurling in a pile of stinky manure
I feel a most fragrant iris
starting to grow
in my sorrow
In the morning
you were still beaming
brightly like the sunlight in July
All of a sudden
gloomy clouds are flung everywhere
concealing my azure sky
tears pouring down like the thundershower
in the afternoon
in summer
Walking alone in the street
listening to the rhythm of rain you bring
I'm not scared of your lightening or thundering
let alone get dripping wet
For I'm sure
the minute your tears run dry
is the minute I'm about to sample
the most calming rainbow
on your face
Walking on a sidewalk
I caught a glimpse of a yellow flower
smiling quietly in a crack
I felt so cheerful
that I forgot where I was heading
I stopped to ask about her name
though I realized it didn't make any sense
With or without a name
she is still the same elegance
giving off fragrance
none the less
You're quivering outside
unaccompanied
in the early morning rain
The purple corsages you wear
catch and open my drowsy eyes
in the cold air
Your green blouse is swinging
in the autumn breeze
intoxicating
and tugging at my heartstrings
I've got a strange feeling
we seem to have made a promise
ages and ages ago
To meet each other once more
someday somewhere somehow
A thundershower woke me up
early this morning
Summer heat has finally given way to autumn chill
I keep telling myself I should wear a smile
on my face
especially when birds are still singing
and girls are still flowering
Do you happen to see mine in your place
I'm able to walk in the rain without an umbrella
but I don't think I can manage to go out
without a smile
My dear Nigella
You're from an exotic land
more mysterious than your misty name
Helen might be worth a thousand words
yet I can't find words
to depict your elegance
which is sure to humble all the lasses
on this land
When you grace my dreamland
my world turns into love in a fanciful plain
dripping with soothing rain
Please
don't let the phone ring in the morning
when someone is still dreaming
Last summer
we came across each other
like a gentle wind
wafting across a floral field
A happy encounter
left behind
beautiful memories
like flower petals scattering
in the field
You said then
they were your sorrowful tears
in parting
Now I regret to say
they were more like my wistful sighs
when grieving
And you're a shepherd girl
from the exotic land of fresh grass
I'm a jolly cloud
wandering from a Far East ancient town
While floating high above
I catch a glimpse of a buttercup
sweet as your smile in the meadow
How I wish to be a white lamb
to be able to rest my head upon your lap
to let your small whip
fall gently like raindrops on my body
Yet I know I'm fated
to roam without a destination
it's clear as the water flowing in a brook
When you're counting your sheep at sunset
you're sure to miss me
And if you never give up calling my name
even in the dream
then you'll be a true love of mine
The way you write your parody really
cracks up my belly
I've been wondering why you think of the pope
every time you come
instead of Mary or Sharry
Whether you're baldy or not
it doesn't really
matter for you're always happy go lucky
And Sharry is visiting us in the autumn breeze
her rosy cheeks are sweet as a pink cherry
If you feel really hungry
I won't pinch any of my penny
to see you're all smiley
This old clunker of mine
is still perfectly fine
Every part looks young as green corn
and buzzes loudly as a vibrant hornet
except for the horn
You don't have to utter a word,
and I know you're poetic and romantic
as an autumn breeze.
Whenever you visit,
you paint my world yellow and purple.
But I hate to admit
you're a bit sentimental!
The boundless blue sky you bring,
along with those moody clouds,
is something I can never obliterate easily
from my memory!