How sad the changes have not taken place
Despite our heartbeats surge for so many seasons.
People have learned to change paces, and nowadays
They can walk stately by rivers and hover over ragged roads,
And automatically they streamline their staccato steps.
There is wisdom in keeping feet dry when walking the sea-breeze,
And every little thing can turn into a fetish through touch and gaze,
If we choose not to put it into the two and two of big questions.
Dreams are too selfish, though; so let’s look up to clouds.
They are trailing out there in the evening sky for the moment,
Easygoing and unflappable, unrolling their colours and shades.
It is beauty that a day ends like this, and it is good that you are
Entranced by the sight; is it a virtue that I put you into perspective?
Still, it’s sad the changes have not taken place as we desired, isn’t it?
Today is the 22th anniversary of June 4 Tiananmen 1989