The Scented Girl

Spring sadness
Heart drunk in spring sadness
Speechless
I’ve left myself speechless
Chilly evening rain
Shaky iced vodka
Sweet dreams or nightmares
A picture without colour
A blossom too old
An ice cube that’s not cold
Million words behind her grim smile
Perhaps her confessions, perhaps her rejections
Rock, rock, rocking
Sway, sway, swaying
But her scent never fades
How can I ever escape

Translation of Jacky Cheung’s Li Xiang-lan

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I forget, but I do remember.

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