1 Yellow Leaves, 2 Pillow Towel; 3 Sorrow of July

CH-36 Title-less 19870519

Let the yellow leaves fall

And disappear with flowing water

When the seasons of life

No longer are there

Do not recall

Today of last year

Your shirt will be wet in vain

By your tear

Gone is an autumn

At the warmth of spring

Falls a sick bud

At the time of blooming

Turned into fertilizer

To support the growth of grass

Under the feet of sightseers

Lies the feeling of condolence

CH-40 Pillow Towel

Centuries ago she left me with all
her dowery except the pillow towel, which
she carelessly ignored when packing
it's old, but still usable and miserliness
has ensured the continuity of application
she is obsolete in memory tomb, i assure you
though none has come as a substitute
for her silky hair, except the pillow towel
to me it's just a piece of unified threads
on which she once rubbed naughty cheeks
it gathers dust and has to be washed
not by her fleshy fingers, of course
midnight radio, VOA news, no one opposes
my tuning in now, except the pillow towel
accidentally, the light of a muddling moon
will reveal a homonym of my name
woven into its texture, Yulan

CH-41 The Sorrow of July 19930708

(In China, graduation is in July)

The sorrow of July is in a signature

That fades away as time goes by

Because we will grow old

Will slowly become strangers, you and I

The sorrow of July is a farewell word

That does not mean what it says

Many a promise about meeting again

Will turn out to be never-coming days

The sorrow of July is a suspense

About a confused idea of what will be

If someday you drink under neon lights

To find a company you can search for me

The sorrow of July is a cold distance

The doorbell is finally deserted

Departures in hurry, rain or shine

Saying a forever Sayonara