Between us
There is, perhaps, or there isn't..
But when the veins are cleared from alcohol,
and the head is as big as a ballon,
I could still hear you vomitting
at the end of the corridor
I noticed, also, a slightly warmed
Towel, gently, resting on my forehead,
telling me "you are not deserted"
It's been said before, dont be
so SERIOUS!!! We are just Friends,
afterall
But now, even though we are silent,
speechless, there is! (maybe there isn't...)
--I still hold the towel you've put
on my head. Sobbing, my heart
thanks you.
for I, am not
on my own.
[this is a crude prose translation done for the sake of certain ppl. the chinese original have rhyming schemes which have not been matched by the english text. this is due to the complete guttedness of the translator and her embarrassment to have to translate her own infantile work into english. ]
