转眼

In a blink, I've reached the final chapter of my autobiography

Having browsed all the scenery of fate

Turbid pupils, parched skin, once so blooming

Pick your favorite photo from the stack

In thousands of moments, who was by your side

That year, I was just like you, soaring high

Anxious and restless, unable to forget, yet I must open my palms

Whose warmth did these palms once hold, now growing cold

Is there someone, somewhere, waiting for me to return to my former self

Cheeks once smooth, nights once cool, world once wild, love once bloomed

Is there someone leaning by my side, listening to my long remaining years

In your eyes, I seem forgetful, but my mind holds the most unforgettable, hardest to forget

In my era, there were still record stores, like museums filled with hope

The Beatles and Guns N' Roses, love and sorrow, forever proudly singing

Achievements like sandcastles, life like waves, waves wash away all illusions

Savings and houses, struggles and desires, all fade away

Memories like windows, cold tears brimming, scenery blurred like paradise

On the lonely big bed, who presses close to my face

Is there someone who also laughs recalling the past, stumbling in foolishness

The most ordinary days, the humblest dreams, when did I realize they're most precious

Is there someone to tell me the truth: time is the biggest lie

What I thought was routine was actually impermanence; the tangible life is just an illusion

This is the final chapter of my autobiography, writing this long poem with a lifetime

The body will be freed from medicine jars and empty rooms; from the crib I walk back to the light

Is there someone who knows a secret recipe? Not eternal life, just that memories never fade

I fear not death, only forgetting; memories are where you and I exist

Is there someone who knows that place where I can return to my beloved's side

Children and grandchildren are busy, let them be; when I leave, consider it as flying

Flying free