A Good Sunday Afternoon

A girl puts the ball into the basketball net.

Her simile like the sweet sunshine drunk into the red.

I can imagine Dante met Beatrice in Florence.

It’s the magic love running on the earth.

A Good Sunday afternoon.

女孩將籃球投入網

笑容猶如醉了的太陽

我可想像但丁遇見碧雅翠絲於翡冷翠

就是奇妙的愛在地球上運行

一個美的週日下午

Trees 7 Oct 2020

There are trees beside the football playground. I walk frequently on this path. The wind breathes the trees as the melody is played by the pianist gently. I have a memory of this moment as water flows through the rocks. Are the rocks feel like me? I don’t know when we can’t understand the people we on loving. The heart connects to the heart is everyone wishes. However, when someone does like it occurs difficulties. Between colour and colourless there has many dimensions and nuances. Blind is no this walls to overcome because they use touching to replace the eyes. My eyes have been polluted by various fashion and can’t find the true colour of the persons they have had. If possible, I will lucky to catch the inner colour of someone in the future. Then, I must mark in my memory as like the poets can write it down.

樹旁有足球場, 時常走進此路. 風輕吹樹如琴手奏旋律. 記憶似水流穿石. 石是否可感覺?我不懂猶如我們不理解在愛時. 心系心是人願. 但做是很難的. 在顏色與無色之間滿載分別. 盲人是無需克服因他們用觸摸代替眼. 眼被千萬衣著的人污染, 無能力找到人心所屬的顏色. 如幸運地捕捉內在顏色的某個人. 我會記憶如詩人寫下它.