On loss, translated…
The Camelia in Full-Bloom, Tilted its Head
Thought All Night———
It’s the Rain, the Dew, the Tears
None of These
slowly withering away after being in full-bloom, NOT my photograph…
The Thought Overflowed, and the Moon and the Sun
Couldn’t be Kept in
losing their colors, as well as life too! Not my photograph…
My Day and Night, and All My Yesterdays, What Couldn’t be Found
The Yesterday Before Yesterday, Along with, the Countless Withered Away
Petals, along with
That Crookedness Along with the Yesterdays that Were No Longer Yesterdays, They’re All, Gone Away
From Yesterday Now………
So, there’s, that sense of loss here, as everything passes by too quickly and you can’t, hold on to the moments you want to keep intact, and everything just slowly, gets away from you, slips right out of your hands…
Life, the Obstacle Course 