And as for me, I will try to carry on. The past is long gone and you are powerless to turn back the wheel of time. Late last night, while studying by my desk and listening to the croaking of the frogs in the pond, I saw this firefly outside my window, forever trying to talk to me in a language I cannot understand. This was like Tuyen, forever trying to call to me even though death has stolen her voice. I have now become a rock, eternally frozen in time, waiting for my beloved.
Life goes on.
Life goes on. So everyone says. I want to hold on to the spirit of the dead that is swimming in the river of my blood. I want that spirit to not swim any more and let me see whose face it bears. In a boat on the river of my soul I sail out to rescue that spirit of the dead.