It’s your face I remember
When I am sad.
You know why?
Not because you comfort me,
But because you are where my sorrow lies.
Like a little pebble I had once thrown in a river.
It lay there on the river bed
and remained in my fist forever.
Sometimes I wonder should I dive to the bottom
And take my pebble back.
Sometimes I wonder should I look in your eyes
And take all my sorrows back.