<p class="ql-block">This morning</p><p class="ql-block">I wake with lingering tender love in August's embrace.</p><p class="ql-block">Upon my lips</p><p class="ql-block">the faint imprint of gardenias,</p><p class="ql-block">still keeping</p><p class="ql-block">the soft warmth of July.</p> <p class="ql-block">We</p><p class="ql-block">often bear a heart of clear wind and bright moon,</p><p class="ql-block">only wishing</p><p class="ql-block">to wait for the destined one in bygone days.</p><p class="ql-block">Even if</p><p class="ql-block">in a moment’s lapse, fate grows old amid waiting.</p> <p class="ql-block">Up with the dawn</p><p class="ql-block">A pot of warm tea simmers over the fire.</p><p class="ql-block">Its fragrance spreads out,</p><p class="ql-block">much like someone’s profound gaze.</p><p class="ql-block">And then</p><p class="ql-block">yearning churns endlessly within my memories.</p> <p class="ql-block">Originally</p><p class="ql-block">I have never abandoned the lines I once wrote,</p><p class="ql-block">just as</p><p class="ql-block">I never close the door leading to memories.</p><p class="ql-block">I know</p><p class="ql-block">someone still waits right where we left off.</p><p class="ql-block">Even in silence,</p><p class="ql-block">affection remains deep.</p>