Biography of Trino Chan
I am an entrepreneur involves mainly in Education and Information & Technology businesses in Hong Kong. I am also a person who is energetic, aggressive, talkative, creative, imaginative and adventurous. I always believe the best things come when they are least expected. Writing poems is my pastime and I started doing it because of a friend who had brought great impact on my life. After all, I am a typical Pisces, and I am a man of sentiment.
Trino Chan Poems
A Horse With No Name
A mild breeze is blowing along the vast grassland, the sun is glowing brightly above the grassland, a horse is careering quickly in this immaterial area.
We met in coincidence. Internet became the place where we dated. I was inspired by her poems, feeling like she was a very pure, sometimes innocent but pessimistic girl.
Beauty or beast, Poor or rich; just look up and you will see, there are always stars every night,
A Charming Tale Of Love, Chivalry, Trust...
Anonymous, the one who must not be named. Nameless, the one who anonymous loves.
Sound Of Freedom
Starry starry night, it is a sweltering summer night. I lie on the grassland, counting the number of stars.
In my dream, *** is a comely girl with brown ponytail. She plays piano.
It is a redbrick college, I have an exquisite feeling on it. It is a tranquil afternoon, silence reigns.
It was a scorching and drowsy summer, anonymous was wandering at home outside the balcony, spending many idle hours just sitting in the sun.
Where is the light in the garden tonight? Students have gone, and teachers are not here. I walk around, nobody is here.
Here is a secret garden, just a line separated from the reality. It is compelling yet mysterious, no one has entered the garden for many years.
Let It Be
I sing a song and let it fly. I let it flow into your glittering eyes.
In the boundless sky, two different types of air mass, waving their dreams in the sky.
The Fig Tree
Look outside the obscured window, there is a fig tree. There is no roundness, no fruit in it.
Hope Or Despair?
It is November, clamness rules. After an arduous chase, the black horse eventually stops.
In my dream,
*** is a comely girl with
She plays piano.
a music aficionado indeed.
She sings hyme,
a sincere and honest prayer.
She is clever,
a dexterous and shrewd girl.