Nostalgic Modern Poetry in the Sound of Autumn

Outside the window, a waning moon appeared.

It seemed as if it had been bitten by a tengu.

At this moment, what was once perfect began to become a little incomplete.

The wandering clouds obscured her brilliance.

Perhaps it was the tears that blurred her vision?

It is because I have a trace of nostalgia for the past years,

The colorful clouds in the sky make my memory colorful.

It’s because the memory takes me through the tunnel of time

That I returned to the day when we first met.

An unexpected and beautiful encounter,

made two strange hearts become so familiar.

From now on, I am in your life and you are in my life.

It is more like smashed glass than a mashed clay sculpture.

Re-kneaded, re-melted,

It has become more transparent and solid.

Like the resurrected bamboo, a piece of green.

On a quiet night,

I sat alone under the green lamp,

listening to the words in my heart and sighing softly;

Once in the miserable wind,

I raised the corners of my bloody mouth,

Imagining Zhang Ailing’s arrogant smile;

Once in the lusty rain ,

Standing stubbornly,

Let tears and rain wash away my thoughts.

Because of your appearance,

All the bitterness has become a thing of the past.

From now on, what lingers in my heart is all sweetness...