The heart says— Falling for the wrong person, knowing full well it's a mistake... love— fine, I'll accept it, dragging myself along! Yet still this anger, this hurt—all directed at them. What kind of sense does that make, tell me?
The demands that anger and hurt make— sometimes those demands cost more than love itself! But here's the curious thing— give love a break, and anger-hurt creeps along the road, slow and cautious, step by step.
See how strange hurt is! When love runs deep, it somehow laughs and says goodbye! And when love is gone, even then it says goodbye!
Don't you know why? Let me tell you! The one you love deeply—any hurt with them... even if it comes, how long does it last? The one you don't love at all—any hurt with them... whether it comes or not, how long do you keep it? So all hurts... always make their exit— sometimes joyfully, measuring happiness, sometimes... clutching sorrow to the chest!
Who are you? Why this silence? Won't you speak? I know, I know... you're deeply hurt! Wake up! Look at that sky, see how red it is! Knowing your distant gaze will rush skyward, the sun will rise anew today, I know!
The time has come, a new moment awakens today! I'm ready to walk with your hand clasped in mine! Along this lonely, sweet country path, those forgotten days of muffled laughter— we'll paint them bright again, together!
On some fading, silent night, wrapped in memory's sheet, a dim, intimate cover—what was once my own feels utterly strange! Your going away— like a dried riverbed's current, breaks me with gentle force! Night-awake, heavy stars keep me company, weaving dream after dream, in the moon's blue light's hiding place— trying to hide, yet I pull forward all my sorrows!
O stranger— even today I feel, in your moonless night, in dead river's flow, on night-awake stars' bodies suddenly wake— rows of melancholy birds in sleepless night sky... or, seeing the dried stain of tears, I suddenly think— was there some love, alas, still left behind!
I desperately want to... like before, get soaked in blue moonlight—you, me, and the night's body! Come, let's bind dreams again, watch the moonlight— burn our bodies in the moon's mind! Sidestepping sorrows, with your touch-cup of poison... all that deep blue, warmed in embracing arms, I'll capture the happiness-bird in my palm once more!
In feeling you are, in thought you are—O sulking one! On dream-rhythm's veranda, in rambling conversations, in strange daily life— in everything I'll laugh with your joy— let it be causeless! It's love, after all! Won't you value it even a little?
Keep away all those hurts in the distance, waiting motionless for your return— infinite sky, birds' wings, seven-colored dream-stories! ...Won't you wake up! When you return, I'll paint that eastern red onto your lips!
The day before your birthday, after fighting all day, I'll suddenly surprise you when the clock strikes twelve! Waking you at midnight, putting on my gown over opera clothes, I'll dance spinning, holding you, all around the room! All your written poems... I'll read them backwards, watch! Then when you scold me terribly, instead of crying I'll burst out giggling! When nightmare nights come, sleep broken, I'll wrap my fear-trembling body close to your chest. Crying myself to sleep right on your heart! When you're late coming home at night, won't answer the phone fearing terrible scolding, eyes swollen from crying, suddenly I'll see—there you are with a hundred roses to break my anger! In hurt I'll beat you, then collapse crying from pure happiness! Sleep broken for long drives! You'll go, won't you? Or will you whine? Or will you speed? You don't even know driving, do you, baby? Alright, papa. But sleep broken... for cool ice cream! Steamy coffee, okay? Won't work? Night-awake tea-stall chai, with toast... chatter chatter chit chat! You'll go... won't you? Will you rub those prickly whiskers of yours on this cheek? If I get angry by mistake and hit you hard on the head, then pull my cheek and scold me! Then lovingly soothe me after a while. You'll read all texts, leave them unreplied—such nerve! Only when you break my anger will my anger break—tsk, such whims! My anger won't break at all! When you return from office, I'll pull out all your precious hairs one by one! You'll forget to call before sleeping! Morning will break with your two hundred twenty-seven missed calls! Who'll save you in that city then! Oh poor thing! On winter nights, tired, you'll lie down and sleep instantly—I'll pull the blanket over you, gently massage between your hair strands! So many more things swirl in my head! My head's probably really gone now! Even if you give nothing else, will you let me cry a little wrapped in your arms? ...Making me think all these things! Dreaming around you, learning to live with laughter-tears in happiness's touch, how can I live leaving you behind?
Why do you ask me, tell me, "How are you?" Well, for your sake I learned a little lie... I'm doing wonderfully well! How are things with you? After the rain lifting its veil look, the sun has risen! Blessed fire-bright noon...