this song this dream
I don't know what to say
don't know how to interpret
at least I know I won't go crazy talking to myself with all of this
here this song, by Wang leehom
xing qi liu de shen ye, Saturday night
this song just explains itself
half and half
each time I sing of what this is
I remember the dream that I had
the laughter and smiles of my friends
the keeping love of my family and friends
here we are
each moment passed away
connections like rose vines
and yet there was someone missing from the picture
what came and went like the ocean's waves
the echolocation of the whales in the big blue sea
the promising memory and the ghastly longing dream in seashell
the Jade Cove nearby the Big Fir
the days on by the bay-hey hey
i'd see Michael and Eva with me
as the moon shines down
with that eerie glow of a clear night in Seattle
days coming on back
with Jenny, Isaac and 2 others ever so fast
I could not catch even with my bike
never having the word “fail” come into mind
but determined to find that one person I'm looking for
this song this dream
with my family, my friends, and I all along with one another
and yet there's someone missing from altogether
there's Jenny, Daniel, Shawn, Yatin, Victor, Eva, Amy in the water
I coming from behind
jumping down from that wooden tower
waves carrying us all away
swiping me alone to howl at the moon
just this shot of us all
in the water, air, earth, fire
and I treasure this all in this song this dream
but I still sing to the beautiful nightingale
who's missing from this portrait
I feel that I'm running away from every bit of me
with these two clones of me dancing to me
but i'm still determined to find that blossom, that nightingale
I still wonder where
who took her away
but as I sing this song
as it distracts me still
I still think of you
dream of the days we all lost
and could have spend more time with each other
wonder here
wonder where
at the sight of my little angel
rises my spirit so
but this Saturday night
I sing to you to stay well forever
cuz I try not to shed a tear
when you are away
try not to miss you
when you are gone
baby, this is just for you
this Saturday night
cuz I just know this feeling
and it's you who i'm missing the most
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem