Where It Should Be
The whistling kettle reminded me the time for afternoon tea,
Interrupted my thought, if I could return the kiss, where it should be,
Now that I have conceded, the fatal fever we got from the ten-day¡¯s voyage,
There could never be a cure found on this earth by any recipe.
Forehead, I first thought, for its treasure once seen, could bring a saint to his knee,
Needless to say, the fragrance has attracted all kinds of honey bee,
Grateful to all my prior sufferings, for they paved the road to this guarded gate,
You then handed me the only key.
Chest, may be, for it is the chamber, holding the idol that transformed me,
No longer recognize myself in the mirror; my heart even felt extra heavy,
No question, something you must have passed to me,
For I feel it, flowing warmly inside my body.
Feet, perhaps, for they left the prints on the trail I now clearly see,
Gorgy said it is a matter of pride, and I should put up a cold forte,
It made no sense, once I recognized,
From the prints, the one with whom in a different world, I could play.
- Re: Where It Should Beposted on 01/13/2004
Lu Han,
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