your chilly breaths reache
never out for my gauzy face
as the flimsy mist does.
it's more reliable than you
when the orange lights waver,
the city fades into whiteness
and the whole of you
turn into a wall of stone
---wet, cold, faceless.
几句英文诗，朋友的
2002-10-30 10:27:48 FacelessEcho
2002-10-30 12:39:35 clare
wish i could write those powerful lines as yall do, yet i cannot.
echo is my name too though not faceless.
echo is my name too though not faceless.
gone is the tenderness there used to be.
what can i say, what can i do
but look into the other way of the sky,
breath in, and breath out
this cold, cold Beijing air