029-Hourglass (English Version)

029-Hourglass

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Written by Macky Chan

Hourglass
1.
Dyed to your colour and starlike shined sands, which flow like the line, are falling into the inside of hourglass with silence.

In sand, with the time of the desire that you and I spent, it flows and falls quietly.

In one twinkling sand, your dazzling smile in those days are falling down together with the all smiles to me who watch.

Why and When your sand flowed down earlier than my sand !

So that I may flow running after your sand grain desperately,
your sand grain flows earlier than I, it flows down before one is aware, and it seems to disappear.
A smile dazzling of you in those days seems to be confined in the sand grain, and will blot and vanish by my overflowing tears color.
Even if I raise the sand grain that shines to your smile by scooping it by my white both hands, it spills and it falls.

Please ! My prominent forehead is poked in those days.

Please !
By your stout both hands, please wrap me who gets wet and trembles in those days as it is warm …

Time of you whom I loved
Time of me whom you loved
Even if the sand of time grain collected by you and I put it on my head, have not felt anything any longer.

2.

I, in the state of your being embraced closely, am wrapped in the sigh of two people, and fall in the hourglass.

In sand, together with the whisper on the bed that you and I spent, it flows quietly and it falls.

In twinkling sand, I in those days and your chat time are confined.

It falls while saying come here to me who watches.
Why your sand has become a color different from my sand ?……

I desperately run after your sand grain and flow down.

However, in your sand grain before one is aware, the virgin who is precocious more than I watches me and do the look back at of the smile.

Too well matched sand grain……
Kindly smile of those days is confined in sand grain.
It seems to come blot in my overflowing tears color.
Even if I raise the sand grain that shines to your smile by scooping it by my white both hands, it dyes to color of that lassie.

As those days' ways, please grasp my skirt which is shaked by wind.

Please enter into the pupil of me which is wet with tears by your gentle pupil in those days as it is warm ….
Time of me whom you loved
Time of you whom I loved
The Sand of Time grain collected by two people
Even if scoop it by my both white hands
I have not felt anything any longer
Time of you whom I loved
Time of me whom you loved
It flows in a different hourglass and it falls.
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