Some Fisheye in Vancity

Spring Vancity

Night Piece In NYC

Maple Leaves

Crossing Beyond The Past--Review of The Kite Runner

Decades ago, the same day.

The same breeze, the same gray.

I flew the kite,

And you ran and caught falling one in the way you liked.

Now, I'm standing alone,

Looking at people greet, hug and kiss in the crowded afternoon.    

A few kites have come into my view.

Then my heart suddenly fills with sorrow.

I pretended that everything is the way I want it to be.

I pretended to forget about how criminal and sorrowful I should be.

I can't pretend this way any more.

I told myself it's time to pay for what I've done before.

Night In Beijing

Eternal Summer