Farewell?

I had a sweet dream last night.

In the dream, I was happily flying the kite.

But when I woke up early this morning, that dream hurt me deeply.

Too weak to recall the dream.

Too sick to hold the kite.

Shall I let go of the kite?

The kite has flown too high to hear what I said during these days and years.

Can the kite hear what I just asked?

Having been ill for one month, I was no longer able to hold it tight.

A dying person with a kite that longs for freedom.....

The kite must have hoped to get it for a long time.....

Now the heart of the dying person no longer beat...

the kite is free......

Go, wish you fly higher.....

My dear kite....


12:26 April 29, 2006