It’s a sunny day.
Every tree is showering in the sunshine,
and waiting for someone to talk with him.
Me, too.
I am always waiting for you to talk with me,
although, I am always silent as a tree.
Every tree is standing in a line,
to welcome me, to embrace me.
They say nothing,
but seem to say everything.
They are speaking some secrets about my love？
Maybe they are speaking：
Hey,silly girl,I know you are addicted in passions.
Your eyes reflect his burning soul inside his sleeping face,
not our burning leaves.
A giant arena is blocking in my way.
I keep on roaming,
do not hesitate to find my own way.
Maybe in the end of the road,
I can see your smile,
revealing its unspoken words.
One year ago,
you sat in front of the arena,
to eat something with your friend.
Where were I at that time？
I didn’t know you, even meet you,
not to mention that I could touch you.
Have you ever seen this movie：The Lake House？
http://thelakehousemovie.warnerbros.com/Two lovers, they live in different years：
one is in 2004, the other is in 2006.
They cannot touch each other,
but they can connect each other’s heart.
I meet you in front of the arena,
but it’s one year later.
People rush to the arena to watch Super Stars’ shows,
and they srceam and yell inside.
I’ve never watched a show here,
because I cannot tolerate any noisy sounds.
I stay with my quiet heart,
and listen to its silent whispers.
My heart is an unique arena for you.
You dance well on the stage,
and I am your faithful audience.
Did I prison you in the name of love？
Have you ever felt unbreathable？
Did I hinder you from flying high above the sky？
I like you to tell me：
You are free to do whatever you want.
I never know I can be as free as a bird,
until I encounter your love.
although, now I would rather fold up my wings,
to stay in the invisible cage of your love.
Here is a cafe.
I drink a cup of hot chocolate,
and watch people passing by.
People come, and go,
you only see their face, their dress,
but you cannot recognize any story hidden in their weary body.
I imagine that you walk towards me,
and cross your fingers within mine.
I get energy from your sweet tenderness,
not from a cup of bitter chocolate.
My life is simple：
Books,music, and travel.
I read one-hundred love poems in this bookshop,
however,it’s more significant to read your eyes,
your hair,
your fingers.....
And your soul.
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