Category: Accusefive

When tears turned into a photograph
When innocence returned to childhood
When stars became yearning
Who has I become?

When there is no coffee afternoon
When the city is no longer sleepless
When expectation turns into waiting
Where would you be?

It turns out that our encounter
needs just a single thought
you turn around when I’m chasing from behind
Is it our destiny
playing tricks with time?

I will be at the familar crossroad
imaging one day you will pass by here
Perhaps this is how youth should be
Without pain we will never understand
Without having loved we cannot never feel it
Without you I was not me anymore.

When calling your number is rejected
When silence is the answer
When being quiet becomes entertainment
I shed tears silently

When emptiness becomes memories
but regrets are so deeply felt
When happiness is no longer happy
Can you hear me?

I will be at the entrance of your favourite restaurant
waiting for you appearing at my back
Perhaps this is how youth should be
Without pain we will never understand
Without having loved we cannot never feel it
Without you I was not me anymore.

I will be at the street corner where we first held our hands
imaging one day you will pass by here
Perhaps this is how youth should be
Without pain we will never understand
Without loving we cannot never feel it

I will miss the times when you loved me
taking it as a souvenir after the day when you said goodbye
Without pain we will never understand
Without having loved we cannot never feel it
Without you I was not me.
But without me, it seems you’re doing quite well…

The city clicks
The alley clicks
Slience clicks
seems to count down the heat from your slowly warming hand.

The direction is wrong.
The weather forecast is wrong.
I forgot to bring my umbrella and so
I don’t know where to put my hands.

My heart also
is like a carousel.

Perhaps it is the density.
The destiny of the failure.
This is the loneliness brought by growing up.
The feeling is like boiling water spilling over from my heart.

My heart
where do you keep it?
Maybe you don’t care at all.
You mistakenly take my promise as something funny.
How could you face our fiery love in the past?

Your heart
where do you keep it?
I keep asking
but it is all in vain.
I should accept this confusing idea.
It is at least better than
at the end
accepting the silent loss.
I just cannot speak
to say that I have got through it.

My heart
where do you keep it?
Perhaps I should quit this addiction.

I now end this uncomfortable game.
I admit I lost it and it should make everything alright.
I now open my heart freely.
Finally
I open my mouth and speak
to say “I have got through it.”

She lives in my heart.
She is holding an umbrella
standing by my side, in my dream
My hair is like the soft and long moonlight
but it cannot be bent in a cloud-shape.

Her cheeks are shining
are her eyes are confused.
It gives me space for imagination.
What kind of sweet dreams would never end?
This summer, flowers have already been blossoming.

Our love, in a summer of fireflies
Time seems like those blossoming water lilies.
But everything is so short, like dragonfly touches the water.
So, the sunlight quietly wakes up the dark night.

On that year that month that day,
I came back to that unfamiliar alleyway.
I saw a familiar shadow.
This was the throbbing of flowers blossoming, dying, of the sun rising, setting.
I turned my head.
I realized that was love.