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hurt in translation
Thursday, July 06, 2006

A unforgiving raining night
standing behind the glass window
trying hard not to think of you
but the memory creeps in softly
i remember the nights
you came with an umbrella to fetch me home

the sky is pitch dark
night fall has passed long ago
i'm left to close the shop
at the corner of my eye
i see the past replay
you would light a cigarette
smoking while leaning against the wall
your knitted eyebrows conveyed your helpless
in not knowing how to appease
the wildchild side of me

i didn't realise how much you loved me
until you lost all faith in our love
it's all in the past
i've come to understand
the raincoat and umbrella
will no longer provide a refuge for my hurt
now it's too late
because i won't be the recipient of
your sweet love letters and cards anymore

___________________________________________________________________

after a long time
the rain has stopped
drenched inside out
the unfeeling weather
only chills my blood
i need not run from the rain anymore

it's way past closing hours
returning home is a thought far away
at this late hour i can only ride a taxi
why do i think of motorbikes
but i only see the pillion burning in flames

now it's too late
because i won't be the recipient of
your long phone messages anymore


walking on the damp red-brick pavement
forcing back the hot tears in the socket
pretending in front of all the passer-bys
struggling with the shame of crying out
it's really hard to act like i'm okay
i'll just walk by foot, all the way home myself
the time i should be reaching home safely
matter to you no more, i know

now it's too late
and i'm sorry i grew up too slow
time took its chance with me
and whatever i did
contributed to the loss we both feel now
i'm sorry
for the love you wasted on me.



to you-know-who:

this is my translation of a song I always listen to. we sang it together before. it perfectly describes the feelings i have these recent months. i didnt' sing it well in front of you; or perhaps you were too distracted to listen to my heart screaming out - so now i pen them down. for you.

love, athena

it's Thursday, July 06, 2006 now


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