Sunshine burst into the room
Arranging tiny dusts in a vertical row
The past crept silently through the open window
I walked inside the total darkness.
Again the old Beijing is caught in the Samye sands
The ferries are unaware they have left us
We wave our hands, we scream for help
but the Tsangpo is stronger, much stronger
and the tide never turned in our favor.
Life kept moving backward, so it seemed-
in a vile canopy of remorse and sadness
No one quite understood why except the damp pillow-
She knows all our painful secrets.
Oh Well…story of our life
story of our miserable love
filled with angst of dreams that lost their way
In the hours of morning, noon and night.