Sonnet 030
Laijon Liu 20160315
Debt of the past, how can I not to collect?
All sweet moments are already paid then
Yet the dried tear marks still stain through years
Thoughts circled me like seasons, never leave
My memory refreshed like newly happened
My mind screens those permanent scenes
My heart torn by the preset ending known
My soul cries like I meet doom the first time
Then I relive my life that’s long gone
Retell myself the old stories told many times
Curse the present resulted from its root
And be mad, as rising ash burning in flame again
But when I think of you, my love
I feel somehow I'm debt free.
