My peace is at a piece of paper
So thin and light
And could be blown by slightest wind
My peace is at eaves
So close yet fragile
And could fall by careless step
My peace is at sway of wave
Sometimes high, sometimes low
And could sweep me in one row
My peace is at seconds
So short and precious
And could quickly vanish before you realize
My peace is at candle in the dark
So tiny and unreasonable
But my heart is hanging on it
My peace is at the rush
So troubled but soothing
It makes me don’t care about the pursuing time
My peace is at the hand of shadow
So vague and naïve
But it allures me to dream and believe
My peace is at the lost
Breaking and torturing
But in the end I always learn it’s the way the life goes on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem