there is a memory
that tugs at a feeling
of waves crashing
against rocks
and a remote moon
sending shivers
along my spine
as I watch you turn
suspended in time
just like this old heart
of mine

Flowers blooom but we can’t share them.
Flowers fall and we can’t share our sadness.
If you need to find when I miss you most:
when the flowers bloom and when they fall.

translated by Tony Barnstone & Chou Ping

your death
I discovered
2 years later
how did it happen
we grew so far apart
our lives so intertwined
for decades
then somehow
drifted in different directions
yet parts of you remain
in my memory
like the picture
I found
taken in my home
back then
you looking up
at the camera
your eyes so young
full of hope
and yet
a sadness tugged
at the corners
of your mouth
a picture
dear old friend
of all our hopes
in our youth
and a hint
of the sorrow
yet to come