I once commented that you were a pure and beautiful snow lotus that fell into this world, which surprised an era.
Now I suddenly find out that you are more like a poppy.
Thousands of days and nights, it has been become an enchanting and charming ocean of flowers in my heart.
I miss you day and night, soaking myself in your charm.
I can no longer get rid of you when days go by.
Just like the movie Death In Venice, in which the mid-age composer Gustav falls in love with the beautiful teenage boy Tadzio.
Although well aware that he can’t have him, he’s contented just gazing him in the distance, even with his life at the cost.
But for me, it’s a kind of luxury even just gazing at you in the distance.
These years I saw you three times in the crowd. I could see your brilliance but you wouldn’t notice my gazing eyes.
I crossed thousands of miles, traveled far across the ocean to the other country, aiming to have only one glance of you. I even had no chance to brush past you.
I have thousands of words to say to you. But I wouldn’t know what to say even if you stood in front of me.
Sometime even I myself hate such silly and sad unrequited love.
How eager I am to lead an elegant and self-contented life!
But you, mirror my inferiority.
How can I remove your vestige which has spread into a sea of flowers in my heart?
The snow lotus which blooms in the world of ice and snow is still elegant and refined after the baptism of the time.
The poppy that blooms and fades, fades and blooms will just become more beautiful and splendid.
2010-1-28 18:55 回复
有耐的楼楼~~
