It is a one night journey
from fulfilment to frustration
from hope to despire
from someone to no one
It takes just one night
to be a mystic...

I can play with words but not with heart, like you...
Everyone prefer to stay away from the people, smart like you...

You deserve to be painted in a masterpiece on my heart...
So no one should dare to touch an art like you...

I hope someday, you will come this way...
I did not burn the bridge when depart, like you...

My heart and mind seem to be in love...
I am learning to keep them apart, like you...

You will win the competition among disloyals...
Since i am not taking in it a part like you...

My heart is a baby
which often yells and cry
It only becomes silent
when pick you up it high
And when it feels down
Your smile makes it fly

My heart goes crazy
It's just a baby

When dances and shake later
She becomes a quake later

Allow me to hold your heart 
Give now and take later

I'm putting my trust in you
keep now and break later

Oh! These relationships 
are fun but ache later

She is floating in my eyes
which became a lake later

All our early memories
are becoming opaque later 

Night itself said to me
Sleep now, awake later

Which I thought her real face
Appeared to be fake later

Dove like my girlfriends
All became snake later

You want now to discuss her?
No! Please! For sake, later

Anxiety tried to swallow me
for eternity
in the blackhole of your absence...

Depression tried to freeze me
in the dark matter of your memories...

And stress of over-analysing these complexities of our relation,
was trying to just disappear me
in galaxies of disappointment...

This collision of me with me was going to turn me into start dust...

Luckily,
I started feeling the gravity of those,
light of whose sunshine faces
warms the planet of my heart...

I realised that...
You are too small to revolve in my solar system...
My universe deserves glistening moons and a brighter sun...

I like black color and paper boats, elderly people, old homes, month of November, broken dreams, sad stories and deep silence after them...

I like my childhood, honest friends, my bag and old pen, recess at school, old playground and games that time has played with us...

I like the food cooked by my grandmother, cups of tea, pet parrots and the cat, mischievous things which were easy to be forgiven by everyone...

My hometown and its old railway station, the whispered voice, your laughter, storytellers, folklores and true characters hidden in them...

I like these yellow leaves decorating old trees, snowflakes, my old diaries, your old letters, my old scarf, small babies, poetry books and rhymes in them...

The old sky and stars which used to come to see you shining, rainy season, the cold Beijing and its winter nights, Tsinghua Campus... I love them all...