translating fitful text 3

by ying0jiang

I feel like I can be flung high, and that is because without any hesitation, you raise up all my weight with your arms. Sometimes stress burdens me, but having you near me is like a feather fondling over my skin. It is even lighter than the word “light”. Finally I can wake up from laziness and negativity , and curve into your embrace.

 

You see my sleeping face without any adornment, but still hold the feeling as first fell in love with me. That is most precious.

translating fitful text 2

by ying0jiang

while by one’s own, the mood probably can be selected. there’s a flight of stairs next to the heart. inhale, and step up, you see the brightness and positiveness; exhale, your heel slips from the angle of the stair, scrapping off the dust.

 

when you are not around, I feel like a glossy twisted red table being taken away a straw-yellow walking stick, losing one leg. Totteringly, my jaw knocked heavily on the ground.

translating Fitful Text 1

by ying0jiang

The first raindrop falls on her.

Breath you in.

When the rust grows into your palm, you would never let go of my hand.

She dreamt I was dead, and woke up sobbing. The ghost of me kept her company. I hadn’t realised that I was dead, until I didn’t function as a human body. A funeral procession formed by ghosts proceeded on the corridor with a haunting suona song. In front of her mom, she wrapped her arms around my ghost, tightly. No one else, apart from herself could see me. I made up my mind to leave her alone, not wanting her to see me rotting.
(May 2nd)