Life with you is like a pair of rails,
Where they never touch each other,
It does not matter how far they go.

I writes my idea,
And you read.
In a sense, they are meaningless,
And abstract -cause you never understand.

People live by their work,
Not what they think.

Thoughts flow along the stream,
As if autumn leaves roll at the streets.
If you step on them, they break,
If you listen to them, they sing.

I wish once for all,
My thought would touch you,
Just as true as sunshine clear the darkness.

I know, day and night never see each other,
I know, our love ever won't be able to touch each other ,
There is always that parallel wall separate us forever.