Longing to dream about those whom you'd loved and lost, in memoriam…translated…
You Always Wore the Kao-Ping Creek around Your Neck
At the Location Closest to Your, Conscience
Like Using that Stethoscope on Taiwan
You Always Had the Thoughts of the Drying up Rainclouds
And Also Worried Over the Bloated, Creeks
Thankful You Had a Sharpened Pen
To Get Rid of the Pebbles in the Thoughts
Getting Rid of the Piece-after-Piece of Rotten Consciousness
And, Gently, Painting Out the Dawns of the Country of Origin
You are So Very Smooth, and Persistent
So the Night and the Darkness are All Still, Quite, Aromatic
My Sorrow is More than the Sorrows
This isn't a Poem for Goodbye
But, a Pass for Welcoming You
Into My Dreams, at Any Time
So, this is on how someone wanted someone to come into one's dreams, because s/he needed to find the closures of what's been lost in the love or the relationships, and, you can only, wish for that certain someone to come to you in dreams, but, it's still, NO guarantee, that s/he will come to you in your, dreams.
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