A lot of times, we're very unrealistic
Always against the empty branches of the flowers that thank the moon,
Grafting on colorful past events.
A lot of times, we're very unromantic,
Always in the face of the eyes full of red and purple,
Obsessed with the fruits of autumn.
Sometimes looking at the shadow behind you,
will forget ourselves;
Sometimes I only care about myself,
Forget the shadow behind you.
A lifetime of running between reality and romance,
And look between the shadow and the self.
(November 2009)