I have seen you around for a bit,
in my dream,
as peaceful as the one in my memory;
I have heard your whisper for a while,
via my imagination,
as faithful as the one in my heart；
I have felt your warmth for a second,
through my fingertip,
as snug as the one in my nerve.

But，
that vision,
rapidly melt into foam,
by being slightly touched,
as you are away from me for,
thousands,
millions,
billions
of miles.

So I have to,
reshape you,
piece by piece,
keeping them in every song I heard,
every word I wrote,
every book I read;
So I have to,
remind myself,
again and again,
that I once owned you,
once embraced you,
once lean against you.
So I have to,
tell others,
one by one,
that I also had that kind of place
that kind of shelter
that kind of harbor.