On this warm morning
The only thing missing
This is my naivety.
Last night's sadness
Like melting frost and snow
autumn
inch by inch
Two drops of clear water.
Reflect the jitter of a pair of wings
I melt in it.
resuscitation
Facing the ashes of candles
I held the broken flagpole high.
Feel the shame of victory
Imagine a morning,
February
The fog is blurred.
Our family's
line of sight
Home no longer exists.
We lost
Biology,
on one's pins
Youaiguo
Under that roof.
The years of history,
Our historical years
war
Irrevocably
Drive us on the road.
sabotage
Traces of our past lives,
That used to belong to us
Traces,
Man has lost his roots,
Deprived of his name,
Be deprived of life.
We are nothing.
Because of that damn war,
We become nothing.
Imagine a morning
In March
Imagine our bed,
The voice of our children,
A kind of childishness.
A voice that knows nothing,
Imagine a cup of coffee,
A newspaper,
The telephone rang.
We are memories.
This is our own memory.
We are hope.
In the eyes of others
still
See all the love
Hope.
This is all we have left.