by Yan Li
(translated by D Mair)
A
If only love could be refined into a drug
To get people hooked on each other
And give them even greater contempt for hatred
I often remind myself when going out each morning
To cancel out all dreams
That can cancel each other out
To save me from spinning circles in this world
I have been looking for the route
That goes by way of myself to reach others
Just as I’ve maintained all these years
I may take off umpteen times
But I can only land on mankind’s runway
B
Nobody can take away my freedom to fly toward you
Though I can only fly by inventing
A posture that disdains tradition
But I have set forth on the path
That goes by way of you to reach myself
So now that I’ve run into you
I won’t go off to catch rays in some darker place
I have no doubt we two are getting addicted
The Lord’s prescription may have come a few seasons late
But for us it is only the onset
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