The Air, My Friend

A child, swimming with a CROCODILE, the column by Jimi Liao, translated by me…

Artwork of Jimi Liao, from the UDN Papers..

They’d all told me, that crocodile tears are faked

But the crocodile never told me, that he’d cried out of sorrow.

I looked deep, into the crocodile with tears in his eyes

And held on to the beliefs, that at least, ONE of those tears shed must be real

One real tear for the gossips of man.

So, this, is a child’s interpretation of how the adult world works, and because, the child is innocent (not yet tainted, by the ADULT world, thank HEAVENS for that!!!), he is able to see, that there are, still truth, in this adult world full of make-believe emotions that we’re currently, living in!