Children of desperate refugees somewhere
Looking for love, affection and care
Along unfair boarders of rich lands
I felt their pain holding my breath
Running towards mountains, drowning in seas
Escaping from hunger and fleeing from death

Layer of fear around you
smog has surround you

I thought I am lost
Until I found you

Dear queen of the night
Moon has crowned you

Fly together with me
or people will ground you

Run free from my love
Who has bound you?

Swim across my soul
If I have drowned you

Every scar is a poem
Let someone wound you

Silent and Still
Not God's Will
Mind numb
but Soul Chill

Distill
Some tears of regret
And fill
spaces in your memory
that became ill

**** some candles
to see
the hill
of ego in you

While
I will
Glue the broken mirror
until...

Where are you?
Please come out in East Garden
so your heat may melt
the freez in Tsinghua...

Where are you?
Hey! light up
Look! stars have come to see you...

Night is cold, sharp and silent... Beautiful like your eyes...
I was looking the moon
in the glass of Tsinghua Lake...
Lotus is asking me,
"Where is she?"
Where are you?  

All preparations are complete...
Like a sacred ritual...
Words are standing in front of me
in a queue for auditions...
I want to release this burden of my heart on a paper...
My emotions have started begging me to save them in rhymes...
Where is moon?
It was crying your name right now...

Forget it!

Where are you?

Come!
before dark thoughts start filling my mind...
I am standing here
waiting to see you...
In a try to solve your mysteries in my poem...

She was good at applying tactics
I was bad in lying tactics

Lonely, ignored and rejected
He must try now crying tactics

She can scan my heart and mind
God has gift her spying tactics

Dreams insisted to see her again
I did not use my denying tactics

She sold her grief in price of love
I knew nothing about buying tactics

She is innocent but my rivals
are good at her supplying tactics

I could bring her moon and stars
If I knew those flying tactics

She wanted to know how much I love
I kept on playing my shying tactics

Eyes are calm when soul is thrilled
They have learnt such drying tactics

He sits behind her everyday
and stares at her a lot
He thinks it's well and fine
But actually it is not

He waits for her when she is late
and worries beyond belief
When she comes, he looks at her
and gets a soothing relief

He speaks a lot in class
but keep his tone so dim
And pretends to be gentle and calm
Because she listens to him

He scribbles something on it
His notebook is chaotic
This is time and class is place
Where he is most poetic

He thinks of her and just of her
Coz else is just a blur
Class becomes a garden in heaven
where everyone sings of her