Once I wandered lonely on the path
Suddenly your figure struck me hard,
in the building’s green-blue glass
Like Dreams,in caliginous light
I was told an angel lost her way
Who trapped in that space,that foggy days
I wanted to find you
in the crowded steel jungle
To let you free
from the smelly mood
The neon sign misted my eyes often
And the mottled sky made me blank
Where were you my lovely angel
I couldn’t find you，what a heavy noise
So how should I look for a symbol,
that won’t be seen?
But I’m just keeping my steps lonely,
in the world used to be seen
Finally I was on a revolving restaurant
the place I was once with myself
By memories as the faded city stirred
Something refreshing soothed my mind——
You are standing under the rusty advertising board
Pink flowers in hands,pure white wings fluttering
Reflection
My hometown,冈州，is actually a vague image in my memories,because I’ve enjoyed so many jocund memories that I only dare keep the innocent things in mind.But as time goes by,everything innovative reminds me my “Innisfree Island”
is going to die,which makes me rethink it.I realize that in some case my hometown isn’t that perfect.It has two sides.Take my poem as an example,the angel and the rusty things are concomitant.Anyway,my hometown is aging,but each of its elements will “soothed my mind”,when I return to that dreamlike memories.
Suddenly your figure struck me hard,
in the building’s green-blue glass
Like Dreams,in caliginous light
I was told an angel lost her way
Who trapped in that space,that foggy days
I wanted to find you
in the crowded steel jungle
To let you free
from the smelly mood
The neon sign misted my eyes often
And the mottled sky made me blank
Where were you my lovely angel
I couldn’t find you，what a heavy noise
So how should I look for a symbol,
that won’t be seen?
But I’m just keeping my steps lonely,
in the world used to be seen
Finally I was on a revolving restaurant
the place I was once with myself
By memories as the faded city stirred
Something refreshing soothed my mind——
You are standing under the rusty advertising board
Pink flowers in hands,pure white wings fluttering
Reflection
My hometown,冈州，is actually a vague image in my memories,because I’ve enjoyed so many jocund memories that I only dare keep the innocent things in mind.But as time goes by,everything innovative reminds me my “Innisfree Island”
is going to die,which makes me rethink it.I realize that in some case my hometown isn’t that perfect.It has two sides.Take my poem as an example,the angel and the rusty things are concomitant.Anyway,my hometown is aging,but each of its elements will “soothed my mind”,when I return to that dreamlike memories.
