[记]2019.2.1

Blades, blades, blades in the water,

cutting times.

Throwing these cut pieces in the fire,

let the flames read my past

I ask them, ‘where is Ta now?’

rains, rains, rains in the blue street,

pouring like glue,

sticking all the sound.

I can’t hear the answer.

In the letter mom wrote,

‘Are you going back home by traveling far from it?’