Kuang Kuang When there is a woman
I am just waiting for someone who comes to tie my hair and hold my hand, and accompany me for a solid journey. I have no intention of talking about a few bleak and unknown relationships, or love.
All my life I long to be collected, properly placed, and carefully preserved. Save me from shock, save me from suffering, save me from wandering around, save me from having no branches to rely on.
But that man, I know, I have always known, he will never come. I will write down my thoughts on this poem.