The Shape
The rose blooms for a few days
The wind will blow her perfume away
Left in the admirer an affection;
And the sweet aroma in meditation
My Dear…
I want to caress you with nice words
But I could not find any bywords
If I could get ones
To whisper near your ears
They would be an illusive cheer
Because today you’re like a pretty rose
Next day your aroma will be away
Just your beauty, in my heart, will stay.
A life surrounded by friends
But seems lonesome
Flourish together
Then finally fall apart.
My Dear…
The Universe is not our Heaven.
Earth gives us the air to live
But not for survive
Should we arrogantly admire just the shape?
Let us fasten heart to heart,
Let us unite soul to soul,
Love and live together
In the spiritual world,
Wait for our final day…
|