Finally you beat me, the flu,
And the needles found flesh to dig in...

A poem written on the sky-
Being blind to my words...

I don't even like me,
So how can you like me...

You are one hand away,
But I cannot touch you...

Though I love to fall sick for some time,
I never thought you will devastate me...

Someone in the horizon-
Though I tried to pull you out from my heart...

Pieces of bangles-
When I opened my eyes in the hospital bed...

Rather than enforcing my everlasting love to you,
I must learn to leave you alone...

Time to drive back,
Almost empty highway...

I still stand outside your door,
With a bunch of flowers in my hand...

Don't kiss anyone with your heart,
You are holding a lake of love in your eyes...

I am weaving a life in the desert,
Threads are always breaking...