Mayfly

The mayfly's wings, its fine clothes so neat. My heart is troubled: where can I return? The mayfly's wings, its colorful garments. My heart is troubled: where can I rest? The mayfly digs out and emerges, its hemp clothes white as snow. My heart is troubled: where can I settle? “The Book of Songs,” “Cao Feng: The Mayfly” I write your name in smoke Light it and draw it into the stillness of your heart I'll ease the sorrow with a song Smoking your cigarettes, sketching your face I don't need a light I'll let my imagination run free The scent left behind on the sofa opposite I draw you into the stillness of your heart Then spread you through every inch of my body Break down what you're made of Numb the wounds of pain And make it through until dawn I thought you'd stay with me until the end of time Turns out every movie ends the same way A sugar candy covered in thorns Wandering inside me A tear congealed Always weighing on my heart Strike a match and light desire Let its warmth drive away the desolation I'll use silence in place of confusion Trying to hold on to your shape in the smoke I don't need a remedy, I'll heal with smoke A lonely ship run aground Heading in your direction Wang Qiwen, “Smoke” I would give the brightest stretch of my life to love you for all time! P.S. This story is dedicated to indulging the peculiar tastes of two certain people, and, while I'm at it, to looking down on them! This is a very stylized piece, so anyone with sensitivities should proceed with caution!