New Year waits outside the window, with fragrance
Of half a red flower just bursting out of the branch.
My heart is beating, your previous words
Hovering like a white dove.
I will not and could not forget that day
with blue sky being clear and transparent,
The warm sunlight slanting on to
The top of each tree, like a phoenix.
You were smiling, looking up with an upturning face.
How many brave words we said to each other
That day, as a kite flying
To the blue sky, by the strain of a thread.