Something is always approaching like the opening door,
the first breathing of the ocean,
an endless faked memory; a word every day we must say,
'thank you', we don't know what that means now.
Day and night both have gone, black and white are both meaningless
at the moment.
Actually, from that time, we have known each other; from now, we forget something.
What we forget is approaching, we don't know what that is; what we remember is
also approaching, but we don't know what that is……
Now, day is approaching like the sun, we live well. Thank you!
Huzhou, May 30,2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We will live! Let's thank God for that! Blessings to you, Jiang!