The Recall in Hospital

Death is coming,

Life is struggling,

All are white.

I’m also in white, too,

But with blue strips on it.

The corridor is quiet,

I can hear the every faintest sound,

Sob arises outside the door.

A man’s leaving,

Tears drop down on her wrinkled face,

She is crying for her, not for him.

She knows he is end,

So is she.

I feel the approach to the Gate,

He’s already inside,

We’re separated.

We were once in harmony,

We traveled together in companion.

Yet suddenly he disappeared in the Water,

He couldn’t come out of it,

Neither did I.

The Sorrow of Sea, the regret.

I gave him so much freedom.

Let him do things so independent

I often dream of his turning, his companionship.

His figure is always in my mind,

He settled there as his home,

I can’t get rid of it.

Dearly I want to live in dreams,

They can make my desires come true,

I need fantasy, need dream.

But live in the real world,

I can’t change it,

I can’t make the Time go back.

Crying at my ears,

I feel the icy tears which flow down

On my face.

I’ve no choice.

To live with sorrow,

To struggle with Fate.

                                 June 27, 1993

Note: I think I must have been in the hospital at that time.