“Memory is a poison Imagination is poetry If I have to tell you how much I love you Why don’t you come into my heart And read it out yourself.” I wonder where you have been Maybe I have forgotten The corner where I have hidden my memories Is drifting away It was a good day, a good morning, and a good afternoon. Suddenly, you jumped into my mind again, while I was driving home. Your face was not very clear, but I just knew that it was you who was triggering my thoughts. There was not too much happening today. Work, as always, boring and exhausting; little talk with people in the suite, one lady called in sick; a call from a travel agency, telling me to go and pick up a voucher for some who-knows lottery entry; a bunch of losers were talking about 72 hours record of being some sex-machines, Gosh, there were people buying it! Isn’t it just a normal day? Then, you started to make my stomach cramp. Well, maybe it was only because it was about the time of the month? Crossing the bridge always makes me wonder. I was afraid of losing control and drive off the road. The water must be freezing... I am never a brave person. It was dark already, and the road had been icy for a few days. Did I make up those funny lines yesterday? It was a strange year, it didn't snow It didn't snow, I couldn't make you a snowman I couldn't make you a snowman, the snowman's heart was not melted in the spring In the spring, you ran away with a cowboy for his white stallion On the white stallion, you roam the world You roam the world, without me. ... Without me, you sing a song "Every time I go away, I take a piece of you with me… ” What was it for? Who knows, it was a strange day. Then I made another a few strange lines today, “It is still cold when a winter without snow, maybe even colder; Standing by the window, cold draft sends in reminders of the winter; The ground is covered by white ice, but not snow; The ice surface is hard, refusing to be shoveled away. ” It was just a normal day….
