Sonnet 106
Laijon Liu 20160530
We close our eyes to describe beauty
Like how singers recite in ancient time
Imagery sight more beauteous than eye can see
Moon nights permanently locked in our memory
Our first birthday cake, first ice cream
First kiss and first time we leave home
Time and time we open whisky bottle recollect
Good things never leave us, imprinted on aged pages
I doubt today is better than yesterday
Then why I often rewind and replay?
The old affairs, the classic romance
Even the poor childhood becomes more and more meaningful
If I could describe beauty fully
Then this life will end happily
