faraway history while ­

sitting in the warm vocabs. ­

It seems that the snow ­

arrives as moonlight. ­

And that weeping rustle ­

gets nearer and nearer ­

rain beating the banana ­

Or the grievance of people ­

in certain dynasties

Or the returning of the ­

ghost lovers in old times. ­

It looks like the face ­

laden with anxiety. ­

Always unlikely to reach ­

the divinity despite of arm’s length ­

Much more like Utopia or Suntown