*** September 11 ***

The day since those terrorists blew off the twin-tower
The pieces of my own plane
sang completely into the dark, icy water

Those pieces were sleeping deep under there rusting
day after day
I built my own heart
a tremendous grave


******Soul Cage*****

You become stronger everyday
growing like a green ivy
crawling inch by inch
above this wall
to that

Finally you're driving circles
Inside your closed room
There is nothing different
can make you reach to the sun
from this moment
to next


****** Icy Rain ******

Icy rain
never can bring me to the same place
where we met and seperated
There is no such a spot
on the time axis to the future
for me to meet you again
Nothing but the icy rain left

'cause you are not in the world
that I am living in
Even I knock down all the walls
I will never find you again
'cause you are not exist
in my timespace
Since that day
you ran out of my sight
You ran through all the streets
all the corners
You ran through all the possibilities
You ran through time
for telling me good-bye


****** Colorful Bubble ******

Happiness, it rises and rises
passing through the tree top
like a colorful bubble
To the deep, deep blue sky
which captures my eyes

Yet my heart is
that pile of broken pieces
they were crackling behind me
along all my traces

The broken heart
It follows me day after day
It was scattered, and was gathered together
Remains this heavy pile of pieces
Staying too faraway from the colorful bubble

Everyone has something or someone lost, everyone has some holes in his/her life which he/she needs to mend...

I understand too deeply the feeling of lost, I am not here looking for fun, the world is so cold and we do need a big heart with sympathy, which will understand and care, and a pair of ears which will listen to us... if you happen to need such a friend, if you can trust me, please drop me a note.

We can not change the whole situation, but we can make it a better moment to live, you and me...

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Pleurer pour l'amour, c'est le chant de la vie.
(Crying for love, it's singing for life.)