fairy tales like butterflies
wake up in the darkness...

The space is blurred
I see men in the fur of red birds...

The sky is flying
like the light echo of time...

Dad
tell me a story...

rushing people
rattle in reality...

to my mother
I hid You in a poem...

...
HE-Puccini, score of happiness, promise of...

life goes in hand with death
takes off her clothes...

Fallen leaves.
Withered tree...

I listen to the rain in Hong Kong
birds sing longing melody...

I sail through the cosmos
blowing thoughts fly away...

My life is baggage
I’m leaving my home...