science of love

translated by PLS

one day, things will be blunt in the regression of languages

we will use an entire day to capture the kiss between butterfly and rose with panicking blu-ray lens?

ordering their reflections to kiss each other too. at dusk we build a three storey green house

stuff it with house, piano, tree fern, fountain pen and tropical fruit tree

“as poets will we still send each other poems?” you asked

sister, by then the lines will be as ancient as the tiles, if we wanted to talk

we need to wipe off the old stains around our mouths in struggle, yet we often fall into another sentence：

there needs to be light. this is the only sentence that travels through the glass wall

which instigates protests from different species: tiger, cicada, ghost, ape

and in the sound of flutes, reaches you in accuracy. when you start speaking to me

you use your first sentence to illustrate the necessity of translation:there needs to be love.

from that, after days of silence, it seems as if we return to tears, between the opening and closing of words

a bird asks the first question to its cohabitant:why?

11. Science of love - 杰